A new undercover unit is created by the FBI to infiltrate the inner circles of illegal art dealing.
Dylan Wang is a convicted and talented forger that will be forced to pretend to have a relationship with the agent assigned as his keeper, the sweet...
Dylan and Yue arrive at their building after a tiring day at the office. Going back to work following the long, passionate weekend was a hard task in itself, but thankfully this week will be short since it's Tuesday already, and Friday will soon come again.
The elevator dings and opens on the 5th floor, where there are only 2 apartments, theirs. Dylan holds the doors open placing one hand on the sensor and beckons Yue to exit.
"Thanks." Yue steps out, but Dylan remains inside, so she turns around to glance at him quizzically.
"I'll go get Whiskers for you..."
Her eyes go big. "No! I'll go! I just wanted to leave my stuff at home..." Dylan raises an eyebrow at her suspicious reaction. "I want to thank Sandra and Carol personally, that's all..." she replies with a shame-stained tone.
"Hmm... It's not a total lie because your nose is not wrinkled, but I know it's only a partial truth," Dylan sort of reproaches. Yue flashes a 'you can't be mad at me because I am too cute and you love me too much' kind of smile and Dylan rolls his eyes, beaten.
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"You know me too well!"
"I do!" Yue exclaims and then skips smugly to the end of the hall where their entrances face one another.
Dylan walks quietly behind her, carrying Yue's overnight duffle on his shoulder, not sure of what to say or do since this relationship is too fresh, which means it must be handled with gloves because he does not want to burden Yue again, although he must admit she hasn't seemed overwhelmed lately. What a conundrum!
Once in front of his apartment, Dylan awkwardly stares at Yue, waiting for a sign. Yue, who is clueless about the debate befalling inside his brain, tilts her head and smiles innocently.
"What do you want to do for dinner? I'm starving!" she titters.
Dylan reacts with a heartening chuckle. Here he is, perplexed and cautious, whereas Yue is merely expecting them to spend more time together. How do I tell you that I thought you'd be sick and tired of spending time with me? "Um, do you want to order take-out?" Dylan suggests, instead of letting out what's in his heart.
"Sure! Your place or mine?"
"Yours. I'll order, take a shower, and come over. Alright?"
"Sounds good. I'll get Whiskers first and then shower."
Dylan nods, hands Yue her bag and digits the code in his apartment. "See you later."
Yue replies with a wink.
Later in Yue's apartment
Yue is still in the shower when Dylan unlocks the front door with the food in a paper bag. The fresh scent of baked goods is inviting.
Wearing blue shorts and a white t-shirt, he starts to fix the table when he hears the bathroom opening and a vapor of baby powder aroma smacks him like a professional boxer fighting for the title. Dylan clutches his hands to the edge of the kitchen counter and tries to balance his wonky limbs. Crap! I've morphed into Yue!
