Nick's POV
I felt my phone vibrate gently in my chest pocket. Removing my right hand from the steering wheel, I unzipped the pocket. My thumb and forefinger picked the corner of the phone and pulled it out. The caller ID was Jennifer and I smiled. What the hell did she want to talk about other than the lunch?
My finger automatically pressed the 'Recieve Call' button. A few second slater, her voice was on.
Her: On your way?
Me: You there already?
Her: im on my way.
Me: As am i.
Her: Whats got your boxers in a bunch? Why you so happy?
Me: oh. Monroe thinks I like you and you like me.
Her: We're driving. We shouldnt be on our phones.
She laughs and hangs up. To me, her laugh is the most beautiful sound ever. Even if i've only heard it once or twice.
Me
Well, Damn.
I smirk to myself, and zip my phone back up in my jacket.
** Jennifer's POV **
I had just arrived and Nick's car was no where in sight. Happy ish, i leaned against the café's wall, surveying cars that passed by. I smiled when i saw Nick's car pull in 15 minutes after I did. Nick files out, and stands next to me.
Me
This is NOT a date.
Nick
I tried to put that in Monroe's head.
He smiles. If it were up to me, his smile could light up an entire room.
Me
Lets go-- talk.
I stutter and thrust my hands towards the building.
Nick
Lets go.
The two of us walk in with confident smiles on. Nick sits down at a table rather close to the door, and I sit across from him. He smiles at me, and shakes his head. A waiter in his late 20's walks up to our table, and whips out his notepad.
Waiter
What would you two like today?
Me
2 coffee's black, and 2 blueberry muffins please?
Waiter
Comin right up.
You smile up at him as he voulga's. He smiled, and walked away.
Nick
So, what was it like to be a spy?
Me
Awesome! All this equipment. Then there's this motorcycle. Its still being transferred over here, but that motorcycle was boss. Its too complicated to tell you.
Nick
Okay.
Me
Can i tell you something?
Nick
Anything.
Me
Im a--
I stop mid sentence as an eldrely couple walks past, hand in hand. We smile gently at them, and then when they pass, Nick stares at me sternly.
Me
Im a Grimm.
Nick
He was a skalengeck and he looked at you and voulga'd and didnt seem scared.
Me
Well. There's this Grimm. When a wesson voulga's, they see human eyes. Not black. Like, they see how my eyes are now. My generation was created when the Aztec's and Mayan's were breathing. Hell, i was breathing when Mohammad was 1 year old. Basically, im immortal.
Nick
So, i f i shot you in the head or heart, you'd live?
Me
Yes.
Waiter
Here you go. 2 cofee's black, 2 blueberry muffins.
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