It's In The Subtext [Adrien Brody x Reader Compilation]

Espionage - Act One

Espionage - Act One

It was a nice day to relax after a pretty tiring and demanding assignment. Although the pay was good and the job was child's play for me, it was pretty annoying to be doing the same thing over and over again. Getting paid, killing someone, go home, make sure you don't get caught, and do it all over again. Life was getting pretty boring for me.

The bartender served my Tequila Sunrise and I took it before I started to walk towards a table with the view of the ocean.

"Too bad I didn't bring a swimsuit." I thought as I stopped to look at the view. The hot sun shone its heat rays on me but I didn't care because the cool breeze from the ocean was refreshing.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I quickly muttered as I felt myself collide with a man. The drink spilled on his white dress shirt, the stains of yellow and red being evident.

"Ah, what a waste of a good drink." He muttered. "Sorry about that."

"No, no, don't be sorry. It was my fault. I was too busy looking at the view." I said as I took a handful of tissues and dabbed it at his shirt in hopes of cleaning away the stain. "If it's not much trouble, we can go to my apartment and have it cleaned. It's just nearby."

I looked up at him to find out his answer, I noticed that he had dark hair and his hazel eyes stared at me keenly as if he was looking for something.

"That would be nice, thank you." He spoke and gave me a small smile.

I led him to my apartment and gave him a little tour.

"The bathroom is that way." I pointed towards the door near the dining room before pointing towards another door leading to the back of the apartment. "And over there is the laundry room. I'll take good care of your shirt, I promise."

He looked around for a moment before he took off his navy blue suit jacket and began unbuttoning his stained white shirt in front of me.

"Well," I thought and held my breath as I just silently watched him. "damn, what am I supposed to do?"

After a few seconds, he walked over to me and handed me his shirt and I just went towards the laundry room without a word to get it cleaned.

"I realized that I didn't get your name." I turned around to see him leaning on the doorway and lighting a cigarette. "Can I have the pleasure of knowing the name of my good Samaritan?"

He winked at me and gave me a sly smile.

"Ah, he's a bastard, isn't he?" I thought bitterly. "Too bad, he seemed to be just my type as well."

"[Y/N] [L/N]." I said. "And you are?"

"Adrien Brody." He replied.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Brody."