CIA Agent? Piece Of Cake.

Surprise

DAVE'S POV:

And so... I have something to announce. Drumroll please!

I.

Am.

Officially.

Back.

Together.

With.

Isabelle!!

HO YEAH SCORE ONE FOR ME!

Actually it all began with a message via SMS. I just sent her an innocent text, asking "Are we um... back together, I mean...um. Dating?!"

She replied minutes later: "Yes."

I stared at the screen for minutes, and the minutes felt like seconds. Two seconds later, I was on my feet, running around my house, dancing and screaming like a fool.

I immediately texted back.

Dave: Lunch? Dinner? TEA?

Isabelle: Um... We can meet up for dinner and lunch. I see your all excited.

Dave: Oh sure I am! Can I come to your house?

Isabelle: For what?

Dave: For no reason! Hehehehe... Can I see your wardrobe?

Isabelle: Why the hell do you want to see my wardrobe?

Dave: Oh, Nathan told me about a certain black, tight shirt. So?? Yes??! Please say YES!

Isabelle: .... Fine. Fine! When do you wanna come over?

Dave: Now, if possible! Where are you?

Isabelle: I'm at home.

Dave: I'M COMING OVER . TEN MINUTES. STAT.

Isabelle: See ya then.

I immediately jumped into the shower, got dressed in jeans, Converse shoes and a gray polo shirt and headed out. I decided to take my bike, the BMW that Queen Elizabeth, Queen of Britain gave to me as thanks for saving Prince William and Great Britain.

I managed to get there in just eight minutes and the gate opened up for me. It was a double-storey semi-D with a big compound. It was a corner house.

I practically bear-hugged Isabelle when I saw her.

"Isabelle~!" I grinned. "Heyyyyy!"

She headed to the door and pointed out the door. "Good bye! Unless Dave comes back, I don't know who you are." She pushed me out and slammed the door in my face.

Wrong move Dave. I paced a few times, before I finally knocked on the door again. Isabelle opened the door.

"Oh hey, Isabelle!" I smiled, scratching the back of my head. "How are you doing? Um, can I come in?"

She smiled, "Now that's the Dave I know!" and pulled me in. I took a good look at her home.

The living room was huge, paired with a fan and two airconds. A flat-screen LCD TV was on a long cabinet, and a L-shaped soft couch together with another armchair. I saw the house phone, a fax and phone maching. The living room was modern.

"Where's Nathan?"

"He's out. Anyways, you wanted to go for lunch?"

"And dinner," I gushed. "But first, I'd like you to um... come to my house first. I have a surprise for you. A present for um... us getting back together."