- [ ] sun•shine: cheerfulness; happiness- What he made her feel and her to him.
ˈDevin Jaylen-Rose Anderson, an impulsive liar and full of jokes; she's always up for an adventure.
Marco Hernandez, subtle and kept to himself; leader of the Spanish Ma...
We were at a restaurant I didn't care to remember the name of, and I'm sitting across from Marco.
"From all my practice of stealing people's mechanical pencils since the 9th grade."
The waiter comes and ask what drinks we would like to order. "I'll have a strawberry lemonade and he'll have a water with a shot of hot sauce." The waiter looks at me questionable, but still excuses himself for the drinks.
I turn my head back to Marco and was met with a concern look. "What?"
"I wanted a whiskey."
"You get what you get and you don't throw a fit." I taunt him, "But you can ask for it when he comes back, I just always wanted to order for someone."
"Tell me about yourself." Marco straightens himself in his seat fold his hands on the table giving me a glimpse of the silver rings on his middle finger and his thumb on his right hand, and the ring on his pointer finger in his right hand.
"Okay my name is Devin Jaylen-Rose Anderson. Im eighteen, I like sprinkles, and watching anything that has comedy."
"Anything else Rose?" I sensed his sarcastic attitude, but I didn't care at the moment.
"Since you asked, I have 2 cats, favorite number is 7, favorite color is blue, I prefer the heat over cold-"
"I was being sarcastic." He interrupts
"Did you call me Rose?" It was alway Dev or Devin, but I guess it's okay.
He ignores my question and the waiter makes his way back to our table and places our drinks down. "Can I have a whiskey. On the rocks."
"On the rocks" I gotta look that cause all I can imagine is a drink sitting on a pile of pebbles.
"What would you like to order?" The waiter pulls out his little notepad.
"I would like Alfredo pasta with garlic knots, and for dessert a strawberry cheesecake."
After Marco said his order the waiter leaves I decided it's time for me to ask questions.
"You know you paying right?" I don't have my wallet, but regardless he would still be paying.
"Yes I know I'm paying."
"Okay good. Your turn, tell me about you,"
"My names Marco and I'm 21."
"Wow, that's a lot of information." I raise my eyebrows before turning serious, "Do you go to college or something?"
"I graduated early. I'm just here for business."
I lean over the table and whisper "Illegal business?"
"I'm not telling you." I sip my strawberry lemonade patiently, but he doesn't budge.
"If were to guess I would say your in a gang?" No movement "Racer?" Nothing "Mafia?"
He continues to stare at me unamused but his nose subconsciously twitches giving him away.
His shoulders stiffens, his face stoic, and voice hostile. "What?" If I didn't know any better I'd say he'd shoot me.
"It was a guess." I shrug.
He lets out a chuckle, the deep sound sends butterflies to my stomach. "You're smart one" His voice gruff and masculine.
"Thank yo- wait what's gonna happen to me now?" I don't have time fighting for my life it's like really exhausting, running and shit.
"Well I don't want to kill you, but I will have people watching you to make sure you don't do anything suspicious." Even though his voice was some what soft it still held authority. Awww he said he doesn't wanna kill me.
"What 'business' are you here for and can I help?"
His lips twitch upwards and his eyes flickered with amusement. "And how would you be any possible help?"
"I don't know I just don't wanna die." I shrug.
"Okay." Wait what- Marco is looking at me with amusement shining in his eyes.
"'Okay' what?"
"You can complete one mission and never speak of any this that has happened in the last 48 hours, or you could go home with guards watching your every move and live a happy life."
"So when do I start this 'mission'?" My voice practically spills from excitement.
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20 minutes pass and I now have my dessert, while he just sits silently watching me and sometimes going on his phone. When it was time the waiter came to collect the plates and leave the bill.
Marco pays the bill in cash and closes the long black wallet thingy the bill came in. I take out some money to tip the waiter.
"What are you doing?" I look up and find curious Marco.
"I'm giving them a tip" I say in a 'duh' tone.
"No need to do that I already did."
"Oh it's okay they'll just get more money." I shrugged my shoulders. Marco picks up the wallet thingy and put more cash in it, and takes my money and gives it back. I can tell he's getting agitated.
I take the money from his hands, sparks shoot as my fingers coming contact with with his and warmth tingles up my arms and butterflies swarm my stomach. Making sure the moment went unnoticed I take the money and put it back into the black long wallet, and walk away and sit into the waiting car before he could say anything.
Marco enters the car after a minute or three, and sits in the seat one over from me. "I forgot to mention that you'll be staying with me until the mission is complete."
He said so casual like he was telling what he ate for breakfast. "What?"
"I need to make sure that I can fully trust you and until then you'll be staying with me and the rest of the team." I personally have no problem with that, but I live with my mother.
"I have no problem with that" I'm looking at him, but I'm focused on his eyes. Eyes are the first thing I notice about a person, and his are beautiful.
"Well it appears we don't have a problem." He turns his head towards and his eyes meet mine.
"I didn't finish, while I may not have a problem with it my mother might. You can talk to her when we get there yeah?" I try to keep a straight face smile breaks out on my face.
"Well I guess I'll have to talk to your mother." He said with a smirk twitching on his lips
Pretty pink lips.
"I guess we will." I turn my looking outside the window watching the setting pass by.
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