Back door #Wattys2016

05 • Restraining Order Basis.

" Don't touch me, I am famous!   "

- Alexis G. Zall

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You are welcome in advance. 

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After that disaster of a meeting, Noah walked me too Roger's claiming it will be our much  needed bonding time, to get to know each other better, but all he did was gossip about musicians and celebrities like a 13 years old teenager till my ears were on the verge of falling off.

Now, we are here in the bureau discussing about the mission.

"You'll be the school teacher and I'll own the cute little bakery shop." I said, while going through the details of our new mission and our new identities. Our names are going to be the same but well we can't go there and be like 'Hey! We are SIA agents and have graced you with our presence because some risky business is happening in your town.'

"No. Why do you think this handsome guy has to be surrounded by kids and cougar teachers." He said, shuddering at something.

"Handsome? Do not think so highly of yourself-" I said, rolling my eyes on their own accord "-and you fit right in with the cougar teachers, you are just a pedophile, a manchild pedophile."

"You think I am pedophile?-" He said, gasping and dramatically place a hand on his chest "-you wound me, Rivers." He said, blinking his eyes as if trying to stop is tears."

"Drama Queen." I muttered.

"What?-" cupping his ear with the palm of his hand, he  continues "-I couldn't hear you?"

Now he is deaf, too. Great!

"I mean you would fit right in-" gesturing him with my hands "-you are the peverted one between us!" I said, while popping an oreo in my mouth.

"How? I have not talked about sex. Not even once in the two we have met.-" gesturing between us, he held up two fingers to go along with what he was saying. "-So how do you know, huh?"

"Y-you just give off those vibes." I replied, unsure of my own acquisition. I mean he was nothing but a gentleman that day in the supermarket, he walked me to Roger's and held the bags for me, like he wasn't obligated to do that.

Also, I did a thorough background check on him and at least he is not listed as a sex offender.

"Okay, so you may not be a pedophile, but as you said yourself, you have a pretty face and girls are attracted to pretty faces-"

"NO!" he whines cutting through my explanation.

"-let me explain, dumbass. Schoolgirls are the one who love gossiping about stuff happening around them. You use your charms to fish information through them. I'll be the young woman who owns the bakery on whom men and guys hit on and the ladies gossip to." I finished smiling at my theory.

"You want me to be surrounded with airheads, twirling their product ruined hair with pitch-y giggles, trying to get touch-y and feel-y with this epitome of rougishly handsomeness. While you try to get laid with guys?" He said, eyes narrowing and glaring at me while crossing his arms across his chest.