~ Hidden Love ~

CH3 - The Case of the Missing Lifeguard [PT1]

> MONDAY.   JULY 1st <

I awoke to the sound of my alarm. I decided not to hit snooze as I did last night, so I turned it off and got up. I grabbed my work attire off of my bed and changed. I walked to the kitchen and saw the note still on the fridge. Guess I'm home alone, again. I sighed as I walked to the living room to wait for Steve. Shortly after, I heard a car pulling up outside. I walked to the door and saw Steve's car outside and walked out to it. I walked to the passenger side to see it was taken by someone.

"Hey." Dustin said as he smiled and I smiled back. I got into the backseat while Dustin and Steve chatted. When we arrived at the parlor, I was the cashier and the scooper while Robin continued to translate the rest of the message. Steve and Dustin were out spying for a Russian guy. Erica walked up to the counter and I sighed in defeat as she rang the bell.

"Hi. I'd like to try the peanut butter chocolate swirl, please." Erica said with a grin on her face.

"Nope, no free samples today." I said, shaking my head.

"Why not?" She asked, shocked.

"Because you've had too many free samples and you've been abusing our company policy." I answered.

"Where's the sailor man?"

"He's currently busy."

"Busy with what?" She asked again.

"Spycraft." I said to her as she looked at me in disbelief.

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-Steve's P.O.V.-

"See anything?" Dustin asked beside me.

"Uh, I guess I don't totally know what I'm looking for." I told him, continuing to look through the binoculars.

"Evil Russians." Dustin answered.

"Yeah, exactly. I don't know what an evil Russian looks like."

"Tall, blonde, not smiling."

"Mh-hm."

"Also look for earpieces, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing."

"Right, okay, duffel bags." As I was looking, I noticed Anna Jacobi and Mark Lewinsky.

"Oh, you've gotta be kidding me." I said to myself.

"What?"

"Anna Jacobi's talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky."

"Dude, if you're not gonna focus, just gimme the binoculars."

"Aw, Jesus Christ, whatever happened to standards?" I complained. "I mean, Lewinsky never even came off the bench."

"Dude, you are the worst spy in history, you know that?" Dustin admitted as he grabbed the binoculars away. "I don't get why you're looking at girls. You have the perfect one in front of you." Dustin said, looking through the binoculars.

"Seriously, if you say Robin–" I said as Dustin interrupted me.

"No, not Robin. Y/n."

"No, don't. No, she isn't my type, all right?" I responded.

"What's your type again? Boring and not awesome?"

"Thank you." I responded sarcastically.

"Hm."

"For your information, she's number one, not my type. And number two, she's still in school. And she's sarcastic and she's clingy. I don't like that she's clingy. And she did drama. That's a bad look." I admitted as Dustin scoffed. "Also, I know she doesn't like me in that way. She just.. sees me as a friend." I also admitted, sounding a little sad.