Immigrant girl

Chapter 20. Anya.

Agent Davis was dressed in tight blue jeans, a white T-shirt, and a red-and-white checkered flannel shirt. He wore brown Timberland boots on his feet. Sunglasses adorned his face, and he held a bottle of water in his hand.

A blissful half-smile played on his lips, and I froze with my phone in hand. Was he watching me again? But this time, not even trying to hide? The sun left highlights on his black hair, and overall, he looked quite attractive. I caught myself thinking that I was staring at him. Shaking my head, I swiftly turned on my heels and was already heading toward Lily, pretending I hadn't noticed Davis. But at that moment, I heard his voice with a lingering British accent:

"Anya, hi!" He raised his hand and waved to make sure I noticed him. Darn. I raised my hand in return. He approached very closely. "It's amusing that we ran into each other." He extended his hand for a handshake.

"So, this is a coincidence?" I hesitated but shook his strong and gentle hand. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and pressed the reject button without even looking to see who was calling.

"It's a genuine coincidence, Anya," he said, holding my hand for a moment but then letting go. "I often walk in this park; there are some great hiking trails nearby." He looked me up and down. "And what brings you here?"

"I'm meeting a friend; we haven't seen each other in a while," I pointed with my hand to Lily, who was sitting on a bench. Lily was watching us with obvious interest. My phone vibrated again. Another rejected call.

"Would you like to introduce us?" He pushed his sunglasses up to his forehead and squinted. His emerald eyes seemed to pierce into my thoughts.

"Why?" I was hostile. I'm definitely not bringing Lily into this.

"Well, for all the sense of decency, at least?" Davis was smiling quite genuinely.

"Look Agent Davis, she's my friend, I don't want her involved in all this business with Dovlatov and Mendez and God knows who else, and especially not with the FBI." I felt like my voice was shaking and I was about to cry. I purposely didn't say Lily's name so it wouldn't stick in his mind, even though he probably already knew all about her. The fucking phone didn't stop vibrating.

"I understand, Anya." Davis reached out and lightly squeezed my palm. I flinched at the touch. What does he even allow himself? Apparently realizing it was unnecessary, Davis quickly pulled his hand away and coughed embarrassedly. "Since we've met, I'll tell you personally, I'll need to call you into my office to testify. Since you were present at the time of Dovlatov's arrest, this is a necessary procedure." I looked at him with suspicion. "Don't be afraid, Anya, I'm not interested in your immigration status, I just need to write a rapport, and without your testimony it's impossible. What can I do? Bureaucracy. I can see you in two weeks." he pulled out his cell phone and looked up at me.

"Why didn't you mention this yesterday when you gave me a ride home?" I was still very wary and suspicious of him.

"You had already been through a lot of stress yesterday, I didn't want to upset you even more." How nice of you, I thought. "Let's make a deal with you, let's say 5:00 p.m.in two weeks? How's that?" emerald eyes studied my face.

"Okay." I said through gritted teeth. The phone vibration finally stopped.

"Can I ask for your number? So I can get in touch with you in case things change." a smile made a dimple appear on his cheek.