"I assume the boss told you what he wanted accomplished in this mission..." he tilted his head, his hands in the pockets of his sweats. "No, his messages weren't going through on the jet." Maddison replied sitting down on her bed. "I see.." he spoke, averting his eyes.
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, this mission... is, a stretch."
"How so?"
"We're going under cover."
"Okay? How is that a stretch?"
"-as a couple, Maddie."
Your face deadpans to him.
"You're joking."
"Am I that bad?" he raised a brow, leaning against his own bed with a smirk on his face. She signed and looked away.
"Quiet."
"Ahh, you're still the same."
"What that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, nothing."
He stood up and started putting his stuff away in the closet. "Did you bring any good clothes for the parties?" He turned to Maddison. She looked at him again, shocked. "Parties?" she tilted her head. "I don't have anything!" she spoke out, lying down on the bed, groaning.
Vincent chuckled turning to face her "do we need to go on a shopping spree?" Maddison glared at him
"I hate you."
"I know, I love you too."
She jumped up and looked at him, "I'm just teasing." He chuckled. Maddison lied back down "I hate that you act this way. Everyone believes you're this rich, serious, handsome, strong guy when you're just a child!" she rolled her eyes. He turned around and smiled at her. "Handsome? Is that what people say? Or is that just you?" he questioned with a grin. "Don't flatter yourself."
She scoffed, sitting up. "Im gonna go buy a dress." she got up and put her shoes back on, grabbing her wallet. Vincent followed her and put his hand on the door I front of her, "You have to match with me, I'm coming." In his close proximity she could smell his cologne. She stayed still and silent for a moment before regaining her consciousness. "Fine." She huffed, walking out of the room. He put on his shoes and grabs his wallet, and followed her.
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