The Epic Romance of the Sassy, Dorky... Badass Superspies.

Day Seven

12:00 pm

Ezekiel parks out front of my apartment. I'm waiting, sitting on the steps.

He revs the engine. I almost crack up.

THAT's his car?

I would have expected him to, being a secret agent, have... I don't know, a sleek, expensive car.

It looks like any car a kid his age would own. Old, and rusty.

I love it.

I smooth out the skirt of my beige dress and flip up the collar of my leather jacket. And I climb in.

"Hey, you're wearing that outfit again," he says with a smile.

I return the smile.

He moves the car forward, and we're flying through town.

3:05 pm

We're driving through the farmland of southern England. It's nothing much, but Ezekiel makes the drive bearable.

"So..." I decide to ask him. "Where are we staying tonight? Did you book something?"

"No," he says nonchalantly.

I laugh. "What if we can't find a place?"

He shrugs. "We can sleep in the car."

"So how long do you think the drive will be?"

"Ummm, probably 12 hours."

"Twelve hours?"

"Well, twelve hours from when we left. Ten if we don't stop... and drive fast."