CIA Agent? Piece Of Cake.

Meeting Da Comic Sans

NATHAN'S POV:

La Font was here. In Monaco. At the Monaco International Airport, and he was headed to the Palace. Here. To see and meet Cheymayne.

There were a lot of stuff I had on my mind. I was thinking about La Font, whether he looked hot, whether he was a douchebag, whether he was a bastard, all that bad stuff. No, he is not like me. Not even close or far away.

Cheymayne keeps insisting that I call him Alfonso, although I prefer calling him Comic Sans Font. He is just a joke to me.

Cheymayne got agitated. "Why can't you call him by his given name?" she asked.

"Because he is a comic!" I boomed. "What a royal pain in the ass. He can kiss my ass."

"That is just crude," Cheymayne sighed.

I wanted to ask her where her M16s were when Alfred came in.

"Cheymayne," he said, "the prince is here."

"Great," I snarled, "let's go meet the princey. Where's your M16s, Cheymayne?"

She shook her head at me, saying "What a joke."

We headed into the main room where La Font was. I was walking side-by-side with Cheymayne when we walked past the doors. I was surprised.

La Font was a few centimeters taller than Cheymayne, slender and was very composed. He had a smooth, gentle face, which proved that he was fed with a silver spoon. His face did not read 'street smart'. La Font had a cleanly-shaved face, to pair with two hazel eyes, thick eyebrows and slightly fatter lips. He bowed to Cheymayne when we stopped near him.

"You must be Cheymayne," he said with a thick French accent, "bonjour, madame."

"Bonjour, comment allez-vous?" Cheymayne smiled.

"Très bien, merci," La Font smiled. "I am Alfonso La Font, and it is a pleasure to meet you, Princess Cheymayne."

"Mine as well," Cheymayne said. "This is my bodyguard, Nathan."

I forced an extremely tight, insincere smile. "Nice to meet you, Alfonso." I tried very hard not to say Comic Sans. I bit on my tongue before I could say that out loud.

"My pleasure," La Font replied. He faced the King and Queen. "I cannot thank you enough for allowing me to stay here for a few days," said La Font. "It is an honor to be in your presence."

"It is ours as well," the King smiled, although I could see through his facade that he didn't want Cheymayne to be engaged, but there probably was no choice.

I remembered what Dave told me. He said that we were set-up, and that there was a mole in the Agency as well. He said the mastermind behind this planned this really carefully, and he had tons of resources at his finger tips. But so far, we could not deduce any suspects.

"I hope you enjoy your time here," the Queen said to La Font, breaking my train of thought.

"I certainly will," La Font bowed.

"I almost forgot," the King said, "Genovia will be having a celebration for their princess this Sunday. My daughter Cheymayne and her bodyguard Nathan will be going. There is also an invitation for you."

"I will be delighted to oblige," smiled La Font.

"Very well. Alfred will show you to your room. Enjoy your stay here, Alfonso."

"If you will excuse me." La Font left the room with Alfred, but not before giving Cheymayne a look. I burned two hundred degrees. That flirtatious little royal son of a-!

"Let's go," Cheymayne said to me.

"Rrrrrightttttt." I followed her out. I had plans for this Sunday.

I had to plan with Dave.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~AUTHOR'S NOTE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hey guys! My exams are about to end in two days, which is exciting for me!

I don't want this series to end quickly, so I am planning more missions and more conflicts.

The next chapter will be how Gonzales tries to hit on Isabelle.

DAVE: WHAT?!ME: Wazzup?

DAVE: GONZALES IS HITTING ON ISABELLE!? THAT SONOFA-

ME: GOODNESS< CHILL! THAT'S IN THE NEXT CHAPTER OKAY? CHILL.

DAVE: FINE FINE FINEEEEEEEEEE....

ME: *Sigh* Anyways as I was saying, hit the 'Like', 'Vote' and 'Add this to your Reading List'!

DAVE: STAY TUNED TO SEE ME KILL GONZALES.