Lovesick | Natasha Romanoff (GxG)

Part 3; A Heart-to-Heart chat

~Y/N's Pov~

It's been a few days since that fateful time in the interrogation room. I thought I would never have to see Natasha again, but now there we were, face to face in the same room. Her words still rang in my ears. I could still feel the anger, the pain, the hurt.
And yet, I know that I can't just ignore Natasha. I have to pay attention to her, to find out what she's hiding. Yes, I'm off the case, but it's still ongoing. The real murderer is still out there. I don't want to do it (to spy on Natasha), don't want to have anything to do with her, but I have to. I have to know the truth. Is my ex-girlfriend also a murderer?

I pull myself together, trying to ignore all my ridiculous theories in my head.
I arrive at the coffee shop near my work and leave with a hot latte in my hands.
As I step out of the coffee shop, sipping on my delicious latte, I let out a relieved sigh. Caffeine is just what I need to start the day.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I spot something. That's when I frown.
Familiar type of red curly hair is what I saw before it disappeared around the corner. When I think of that hair, I immediately think of Natasha with her new hairstyle. Plus, the figure was the same height, and the silhouette looked the same as Natasha's.
Staying far from her, I cross the street to the corner where the alleyway sits. If this is her, she's definitely doing something illegal. This is my chance to prove she's not what the other agents think- innocent. I have a gut feeling that something isn't right, that she's up to no good. Another feeling in my gut is that overwhelmed butterflies in my stomach, knowing I have to approach her again.

I peek around the corner into the alleyway. She's halfway through, walking slow with her hands in her leather jacket's pockets.

I can't just ignore this.
I take one last sip of my latte, then set it down on the nearest surface, the floor, and follow her into the alley. I'm making sure I make no noise, stepping very lightly, and try my best to walk pass broken glass. I have my gun attached to my thigh, so if she does anything, which I surprisingly highly doubt, I'll be ready.

Just then, she stops in her tracks. I stop too, my heart beating fast. I gulp.

I hear her sigh, tilting her head down. "You really don't trust me." She said lowly and calmly, "Do you?" She turns around, now facing me.

Hell, it's like she sensed me or some bullshit. I clear my throat, "What are you doing here?"

She reaches into her pant's pockets, staring at me. I slowly lower my hand to my holster, almost grabbing onto my gun.

"Going to arrest me for smoking?"
I'm taken back as she pulls out a box of cigarettes. 

She's here to smoke?

Ashamed that I thought she's going to pull a knife or something worse out on me, I closed my holster and folded my arms.
She starts unboxing it.

"You smoke?"

"No, but first things for everything, right?"

This is my ex, who I'm trying to put in jail? Seriously? I thought she was a bit more trouble.

With a few feet away, she steps closer to me. I stand my ground, already reaching for my gun in my holster before she stops in front of me.

She holds out a cigarette towards me. I frown.

"No, I don't smoke."