━━━ ❝ ❨ 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒓𝒅. ❩ ❞
Their story was never meant to be a happy one. In fact, the...
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CHAPTER 3: WARTIME MEMORIES (5x8: outfoxed)
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"I HATE TO RAIN ON your parade, Sinclair, but what you're asking is about as impossible as me going on a date with Megan Fox." Rossi shook his head as he leaned onto his forearms on the small table they occupied in the cafe. He watched her stir the latte she had ordered, which was far too sweet, far too flavored, and far too milky compared to the original Italian espresso he preferred. And that whipped cream on its top with the caramel crumbs? It was better not to even talk about that...
"Come on, Rossi. Be a bit more optimistic," Bess scoffed, licking the cream off the back of her spoon with a sly grin, fully aware of Rossi's watchful eyes. She couldn't help but enjoy teasing him.
"You should be more realistic. What we're talking about here is a knowledge that took me more than 30 years to collect," he told her, watching her lift the spoon to her mouth again. "It would take you years to learn all that. It's impossible to do it in a few weeks. And would you stop doing that, please?" Rossi reached forward and caught Bess' hand with the spoon, making her laugh.
She sent him a smirk but did as he asked, bringing the glass of coffee to her lips instead, to take a sip. "Well, then I guess we'll spend a lot of time together. Not that you mind, am I right, Rossi?" Bess smiled, then hummed when her taste buds savored the tantalizing brown liquid. Rossi didn't respond, causing Bess to continue as she eyed him, "Anyway, who said I can't learn it faster than the others?"
"What do you mean?" The man frowned, taking a sip from his espresso too.
She picked up the menu lying on their table, quickly studying it like she was thinking about ordering something else too, and then handed it over to him. "Now, choose. Would you like me to provide the possible dessert options along with their ingredients, or would you prefer to know about the coffee selections?" She flashed her eyebrows at his raised ones, grinning at his surprise.
"You have a photographic memory?" Rossi asked in a quiet voice, placing the book onto the tabletop instead of diving in to test her.
"Not just photographic, actually. I remember everything I hear too," Bess admitted, surveying his face over the rim of her glass. "Or experience," she added with a wink, meeting his eye. "You're a good kisser, by the way. Has anyone told you that before?"
Rossi's jaw dropped upon this discovery—well, not the kissing part, of course, he knew that alright. He let out an incredulous laugh, drawing the people's attention seated at the tables near them to himself. "I'm not surprised I lost then. You cheated. That's not fair, Sinclair." He shook his head but smiled back at the woman. He didn't have a chance against a mind like that. No one would. Well, maybe Reid...
