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The Prophecy: Taylor Swift
"Miles, whenever you're ready, I'll be waiting. As long as it takes. No pressure." Lana says as I enter the diner with Johnny and Ed containing the press outside.
"See?" I walk over. "Tranquilo. No pressure, chico. No pressure." I whisper in his ear.
"You're a menace to society." Miles tries to swat me away and Lana laughs.
"Then my work here is done." I rub Lana's shoulder before heading to the counter where Chloe and Clark are sitting at. "How we looking, Noah?"
"Very good. How's your mom?" Noah, one of my new employees asks.
"She's good."
"Bene. E' una bella." He chuckles to Zayn in the back of the kitchen.
"Come sta tuo fratello?" I lean my arms over the counter and Zayn laughs before covering his mouth. I playfully glare at Noah before heading into the kitchen for a snack.
"Girl, I didn't even know you knew Italian." Zayn tells me.
"Then my cover's working." I open the fridge and grab the small container of chocolate covered almonds.
"Like it ever stopped." Jackie walks past me and I send her a wink before eating a few almonds.
"I know you're about to go off and fight for us and our country, doing whatever you cops do, so, I got you." Zayn hands me a bag and I open it to see the food, drinks and snacks.
"Your raise starts now." I hug him.
"Ass kisser." Jackie comments.
"It's okay to be jealous, girl. Not all of us can work the stove properly." Zayn shoots back.
"You two have fun." I laugh and put the almonds back into the fridge before heading out.
"Listen, you bottom feeding vultures!" Jane heads towards the press that's still outside.
"Woah, woah. No, no, no, no. No way, Edwards." I pull Jane away and the press snap photos of me while shouting questions about Jerome, Jim and Galavan.
"Get that out of her face or I break it with my fist!" She lunges at a camera and I pull her back again before Johnny and Ed shove press out, then closing the doors.
"What is wrong with you?"
"You can't kick their asses for obvious reasons, but that doesn't mean I can't."
"Don't you have four weeks of math homework to catch up on?" I lead her back to the counter.
"Please pick the taser, please pick the taser." Zayn whispers as he holds out his taser and the sign I made a few months ago that says, want to get arrested for harassment of a police officer?
