Black Apple

Ice-cream disaster

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I just wanted to say a Big thank you for the 31 reads, means a lot to me, really.

XX

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Miss Elena O'Brien,

You have qualified for the year-long internship and training at the SANCTUARY. Please read the attached documents carefully before signing. You are to avail yourself on 01/01/2018. The Time and Place shall be communicated to you.

Be Ready.

THE SANCTUARY

Arriving at my apartment building I was grinning like the joker, as my mind was still reeling from the shock and excitement elicited by the contents of the envelope. Even my anger towards my jerk of a professor was long forgotten. I was so thrilled that I had something to occupy my days after graduating from college.

For the next six months, I had to polish my martial arts and whip myself into perfect shape before beginning my dream at the SANCTUARY.

It was a big deal- no, it was a HUGE deal. You see, every single military and security organization in the world, falls under it,

FBI, MI6, Interpol, RAW, AMAN, NIS, Naicho.

Each one.

In other words, it's the most revered security organization in the whole-wide-fudging-world.

I never thought that they'd ever consider me , I mean, what was so amazing about poor-plain-old-me?

Well, apart from an IQ of 248, fluency in 10 languages, obtaining a degree, masters and a doctorate by the time I hit 20.

Being a Friday, only three things were on my mind : Ice-cream, Netflix and cuddling the cat.

But my jolly mood was dampened when a solid form came crashing right into me, just as I exited the elevator.

So....most of you are expecting the falling 'damsel' to be held by a strong pair of arms and stare at the most gorgeous pair of eyes....

WRONG!!

My butt connected with the floor painfully, as the tub of ice-cream , I had just bought, cracked open, spilling its precious contents all over the lobby floor. Next were a pair of bare feet-

Who walks around bare-footed this century?

Vision tinged red as I pounced on  the assailant kicking his legs from under him, sending him crashing to the floor, before pinning him with a knee on his chest.

"Why shouldn't I kill you right now?"

And he just laid there , too shocked to react.

"Get on your feet right now!!!" I shouted at him.

"You, are buying 5 tubs, of that ice-cream, you, just spilled buddy. Comprende?"

Crossing my arms over my chest, glaring daggers at the man waiting for him to stand. That's when I took the chance to really look at him.

First: he was only in a vest.

Second: pink shorts barely reaching the knees were hanging from his waist.

Why on earth was he wearing pink??

His body was buff with muscles and after he straightening up to his full height, stood at around 6'2 feet. I couldn't help but gawk at his golden-brown dreadlocks that fell messily onto his broad shoulders and around his light-bearded face.

The hazel orbs that were his eyes were wide staring.

My temper was yet to subside forcing myself to take calm deep breaths. I was about to snap at him, once again when he spoke.

"You're the one who bumped into me," he said calmly, " just like today morning." Then he smiled.

"Are you kidding me right now?!" I growled, walking towards him.

Clever jerk, he started backing away from me until his back hit the wall. He honestly looked frightened of me.

"You were the one busy looking at your phone -like a typical millennial- instead of watching where you were going. You are the one who made me fall and hurt my butt, not once, but twice in a single day." I jabbed a finger into his chest for emphasis, and almost broke it.

"So, you, are buying me ice-cream as atonement for your sins. Are we clear mister?"

He gave a quick nod making me smirk in victory.

Good.

*******************Fifteen minutes later*****************

We were out in the cold night heading to the store to buy Ice-cream. Look, let it not be said that Elena is a terrible person, I just get cranky when my ice-cream is assaulted. As more punishment, I made the Ice-scream Spiller, sit at the back seat of the bicycle, all the way to the store inspite of the biting cold. We earned a number of amused looks from people we passed on the streets making sure to use the longest and most crowded route.

C'mon, a girl has got to have her sweet revenge.

By the time he had paid for the Ice-cream, he was slightly shivering. As much as I disliked the guy, I took off my hoodie, since it was large enough, and gave it to him leaving me in a sweatshirt.

"Thanks," he mumbled pulling it over his head. 

"Good deed of the day," I mumbled.

"You can go back by taxi mister," I said pushing past the exit doors stepping into the cool night.

"Naaah, I enjoyed the ride here too much to pass up another one," he replied with a wink.

"Dude, you weigh like a tonne of bricks."

Chuckling.

"By the way, I'm Michael," he stretched out his hand.

"Elena," I shook his hand, a smile twitching on my lips.

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