Lost & Found

A Report 2 (Victor)

~A Report~

I scrubbed my hands against my jeans to get rid of the sweat that had gathered when Kota suggested I not only talk to a girl, but I flirt with her. I understood the importance of the mini mission, but extracting information out of a girl was much more complicated that hacking a computer and getting the information that way.

Gabriel leaned close to me and tilted his head, "Bro if you're too chicken shit I can do it."

I rolled my eyes and lightly shoved him away, "that would be a trainwreck," I teased under my breath before standing up and walking towards the girl in question.

She was busy writing something down on her little pad of paper she took orders on, but when I got close enough she looked up. I could tell just by a glance that she didn't expect it to be me in particular approaching her. She did a double take and then took a step back.

I thought for a second it was because Kota was way off his mark, but then she blushed and laughed softly, and I remembered why we trusted Kota with plan making so much.

"Hello, I'm Victor," I held out a hand for her to shake, and when she did I flipped it over and kissed it.

She mumbled something, which I guess must have been her name. The awkwardness faded slightly, at least on my end.

"So I was wondering if you could tell me about the girl who comes in here and orders the number three with onion rings?"

She looked confused, pulling back slightly at the question. A piece of her hair that wasn't quite long enough for the pony tail fell from where it had been tucked behind her ear. I reached up and tucked it back, focusing more on the task than I was the girl.

Her cheeks were now redder than a tomato, "Hmm?"

"The girls name?"

"Why do you want to know about her?" She asked, gaining a little bit of cognitive thought. I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was more protective than anything.

I sighed and leaned against the counter we stood next to, "Well my little sister, Camille, has been missing for a year now and that's what she liked to eat."

The girl smiled softly, "Oh, I'm sorry Victor. The girl I'm thinking of is named Sang, not Camille."

"Megan!" A woman yelled from the back of the kitchen, her voice sounding like a song that a bite to it, "order up, actually, order's been up for a few minutes, where are you?"

She let her head roll back and turned at the same time, half shouting back at the kitchen, "You'd be taking forever too if you saw the men out here," she looked at me and blushed again with no shame, "Sorry, I've got to work."

I nodded in understanding and excused myself, going to Kota's table this time.

"It's her. She's in this town," I looked at Kota and he nodded.

"We're close," he murmured, not bothering to fix his glasses as he started typing something into his laptop, "We're going to take down that blonde bloodsucker."