❝ if I told you, you know how to, go and break my heart in two 'cause I would anyway, we'd end up like always. ❞
- the perfect pair by beabadoobee ——————— ASTONIA'S POV: KOTATION MUSEUM
"So, here's the plan," I slid off my blazer and threw it onto the car seat, rolling out a blueprint of the museum on the table in the middle of the limo. I was surprised I haven't thrown up yet. We had to sit in a vehicle together for around an hour, not bringing up the topic of our short, but stinging argument last night. I could tell she was still pissed.
"... Go on?" She urged. I looked up at her, then back at the blueprint, muttering a soft 'sorry' before continuing.
"Right. You are going to be taking part in the auction. Do not, and I repeat, do not try to buy anything," I warned, "I will not be responsible for the payment of the object."
"An easy way to get you in trouble, hm?" She nudged. I bit my cheek in response, looking back at the blueprint to remember what I was talking about. Her face was just so mesmerising. I felt like I would forget everything in an instant except for her face.
This is so fucked up.
"Uh, yeah. Anyway, I'll find a way to get a hold of a security's uniform, then station my gear," I paused, then pointed at an open window at the very top of the museum, which had a very high ceiling, "Then, I'll be stationed around the auction area, and head up back there when Mr. Wolfhard gets up on the podium. Then, headshot." I ended, flopping back down on one of the sofa's of the situated limo. It was parked right outside the museum, ready for us to commence chaos.
"Elaborate plan," Jenna remarked. She wore a glamorous black business dress, with a nicely fitted belt and long black heeled boots that matched with her dark brown hair and dark chocolate eyes. She held a silver purse to make it stand out with her outfit, since she didn't want it to be fully black.
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^ looks like that but w the boots (just imagine it) ———————
"Ready?" Gemma yelled from the front seat next to the driver. She always came to assist us in our missions, she's the sweetest.
"Yep, thanks, Gem!" I thanked her, Gemma touching the button above so the limo doors would open for Jenna and I to get out of.
"If this doesn't work out, I'm blaming it on you, Astonia." She hissed, but the way my name just fluttered out her mouth made it better.
