Reverse Romeo and Juliet

6 Months

"Glad to see you could make it Ace," The Boss said sarcastically.

"I'm sorry sir, I had a run in with a couple of thugs," It wasn't a lie- well; it wasn't exactly the truth either. The truth was I overslept, I know unprofessional, but I did run into thugs. Only I knocked them out cold within a few minutes.

"Interesting." The Boss said suspiciously, "Well here's your target's profile." The boss slid the folder over to me. I opened the folder and scanned through it- wait a minute.

"This says, "watch over." I'm not a babysitter; I'm an assassin. I could get at least 10 different jobs done in that amount of time-"

The boss cut me off,, "And so could he Ace. Read the rest."

I reread the file thoroughly. My target was a 22 year old, brown hair, hazel eyes, tall figured, highly unprofessional but skilled assassin, and an author for teens romance novels. "Oh. I'm sorry I doubted you sir." I bowed my head.

"Go pack your stuff, your flight's tonight." He handed me my plane ticket.

"6 months," I mumbled to myself, "6 months!" I exclaimed. I grudgingly packed my suitcase. Hopefully this "Private" steps out of line so I don't have to spy on him for 6 whole months- if I can even find who he is. How do they expect me to get this done with a vague description? I mean, I know he's an assassin, so they don't know his name, but still! I sighed. Well, a job's a job.

I closed my suitcase and headed for the airport. I was going to Los Angeles. I guess it's not the worst place to be temporarily living.

Once I got off the plane I headed straight for my new apartment. It was small- it didn't need to be big. It was only 2 rooms, as the kitchen and living room were in one room. The other room was my bedroom.

I unpacked my bag quickly. Normally I wouldn't, as it should be a quick and easy job, but the boss made me babysit this kid! Well, I'm the same age as him, but you know what I mean.

I finished unpacking my bag and headed outside immediately, I was not going to waste any time. I needed to find this guy within 6 months, pretty easy.

I wandered around the city not knowing where I was going. Hopefully I could find my apartment when I needed to get back. Eventually I found myself completely lost, yet there was still broad daylight. I looked at my watch, 3:47. I sighed, I still had a while until I would be able to find him. I knew I wasn't going to find him today, I'm not sure why I even tried.

Suddenly a young man, looking around my age walked up to me. He had a map up on his phone, looking like he was lost. "Excuse me, do you know where we are? I'm lost," the man laughed nervously. He was tall; he actually had to look down at me.

"Sorry, I'm lost too. I can't help you." I awkwardly tried to avoid eye contact.

"Well that's okay too! We can be lost together," He exclaimed, strangely optimistic, given the situation. He stuck out his hand, "Name's James Summers!"

I took his hand a shook it, "Adrian Tomas, nice to meet you."

Come to think of it, he matched the description I was given surprisingly well; he was tall, had brown hair, and even seemed to have hazel eyes. I decided to look more in to it.

"What do you do for a living James?" I asked him.

"Oh, I'm a..." He trailed off, he looked nervous and avoided eye contact, "I'm actually an author!" He stated, looking cheerful again. "What do you do for a living?" James asked.

"Oh, I work at a coffee shop, near my apartment," It wasn't a lie, my boss had the owner hire me for minimal wage. I don't know how he managed it. While it helped to have some extra income, it will end up taking up a small part of my day that I could spend searching.

"Oh really! There's a coffee shop near my apartment too! Maybe we live near each other?" James noted excitedly. It was stupid to think that, here in LA, you might live near somebody just because there's a coffee shop near by. There's a coffee shop near everywhere; it was next to impossible he lived near me.

"Yeah, maybe." I sighed, going with it anyways.

"Anyways, we should probably figure out where we are. My GPS isn't working, how about yours?" I pulled out my phone to check, and sure enough, I didn't have any signal.

"Yeah, I don't have any data here, but I think I came from this way," I said, pointing back behind me. "Maybe you do live near me, so we could go the same way." I was enjoying his company, it was better than being alone. Plus, he might be the person I was sent to spy on. He agreed, and we set out on our way.

We eventually found ourselves at a familiar location that we both knew, as it was near our apartments. He probably lives a few blocks over from mine. The sun was starting to set, but we found our way back quickly, now that we knew where we were.

"Oh hey, there's the coffee shop I work at," I pointed at the coffee shop, it was about a block near the apartment building. "Really? It's right across from my apartment," He pointed at the building across from the shop. The boss did say that he got an apartment that was suspected to be near my target's house. I'm starting to question this kid even more.

"Well, I guess we're here! See you tomorrow, when's your shift at the coffee shop?" He asked hopefully.

"My lunch breaks at 12:30 pm, actually, so around then would be the best time to come around " I responded.

"I'll see you then, friend!" He cheerfully walked away.

He was way too easy-going. To think that he was assassin, he would've seemed like a normal person if I wasn't looking out for him already. His notes did say he was unprofessional, or maybe it's an act. No one would suspect a happy teen romance author to be an assassin. He gave away his name so quickly, to a stranger, he must've known that I was coming right? Out of all the people, he chose me. My face doesn't exactly shout friendly. It's strange, how different people think. I think I might want to get to know him more, before I have to take him out. I shook my head as I walked back. I can't get close, he's a target. I just need to get information out of him, that's all. That's the only reason we're meeting up tomorrow.

I quickly changed and emailed the boss about my findings, then climbed into bed, thoughts still swirling through my mind.