The fire

A what what?

I had a whole floor to myself! This place is crazy big, I don't think I've ever actually lived somewhere this big...wait a second I did spend 4 months in Windsor Castle, but that was still nothing compared to this. The technology here is another world, I mean even MI6 weren't this advanced. It's just anazing!

Currently I am dressed in clean clothes after spending a week in a ripped, dirty dress - It was my favourite clubbing dress as well. I know what your thinking 'your only 20 you have to be 21 to drink'. (In this country anyway.) well perks of being an agent you always have a fake ID knocking around somewhere. I don't think I've ever not been served. But anyway after spending at least an hour in the shower and another 20 minutes attempting to get the dirt out my nails. I was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, a loose fitting blue t-shirt and a stripy pair of fluffy socks. I'd also slept for a good 13 hours, which is way more sleep than I uasually get.

"You look more refreshed." Steve commented as I entered the penthouse in search of food.

"Finally got all the dirt off myself, felt well grim." I said tearing apart a bit of French bread. "And I'm getting my strength back. Could blow up this whole room if I wanted."

"Well that's reassuring to know."

I just shrugged finishing of my snack.
"Mmm really feel like a Dairy Milk now. I could literally kill a whole 150g bar if I wanted."

"A what what?" Steve asked deciding to pay attention to me.

"A Diary Milk bar."

"What's that?"

"Cadburys chocolate."

"Never heard of it."

"Probably missed it in your ice age."

"Nope pretty sure I've never seen it." I froze as he said this.

"You don't have Cadbury's!" I shouted completely overreacting to the situation. He shook his head. "What about Galaxy?" I demanded.

"Oh we definitely have one of them."

"Oh thank god for that, I don't know what I'd do without a bag of minstrels."

"A bag of what?"

"Galaxy minstrels, the chocolate."

"Oh no we don't have them I thought you were talking about THE Galaxy."

"Urggg how am I going to live! I don't even like reeses!" I found my self drowning in a pile of self pity next to Steve on the sofa. "I'm only 20 I don't deserve this torture!" Pulling a pillow over my face I buried myself into the cushions feeling like an ostrich with its head in the sand.

"Em are you alright?" I heard Nat's voice from my cave of wallowing.

"America doesn't have her favourite
chocolate"

I groaned exiting my shell.

"I just want chocolate." Nat stared at me for a while before picking her purse and keys up from off the worktop.

"Come on then I'll show you where the shops are." I let out a childish grin bouncing to the lift doors. Or I think they call it elevator here? Elevatorrrrrr, funny word. "Steve you coming?"

"Nope I can't deal with another one of her chocolate rants." Nat shrugged before saying bye.

-

"You happy now?" She asked me as I stood with 4 Hershey bars smiling widely. I nodded hugging my chocolate tightly. "Okay I'm just gonna go grab some stuff so you can meet me by the car or wander round the shop for a bit."