"So wait you're saying they were arguing over who got to kiss you first?" Gabie scoffs and I frown.
"Yeah, but I didn't understand why. It's not like it was gonna be my first kiss," I grumble. "To end it I just had to kiss them all in quick successi...
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Allie
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The woman has wavy brown hair, kind eyes, and a guarded expression. She's been knocking on the glass door.
Tony steps out with me behind him and the doors slide open.
She enters and takes three steps before Tony holds up his armored hand.
"Right there's fine," he says and his face mask lifts up. "You're not the Mandarin, are you?" He pauses before asking again, more pointed this time. "Are you?"
"You don't remember. Why am I not surprised?" she muses with a smirk. Oh, this must be an old fling.
"Don't take it personally, I don't remember what I had for breakfast," Tony counters and I snort.
"Gluten-free waffles, sir."
"That's right."
"Okay, look, I need to be alone with you. Someplace not here, it's urgent," she hisses intently and the fear on her face says it all.
"Normally, I'd go for that sort of thing, but now I'm in a committed relationship," Tony explains and steps aside to reveal me. "It's...with her." Maya frowns and looks me up and down.
"Hi, I'm Allie," I greet and she hastily smiles politely at me. "Come into our living room."
Maya takes a step forward and Tony a step back.
Just as I make a move for the couch two bags are thrown down from the above balcony. I let out a squeal of surprise and leap back.
"Those are her bags," Tony mutters.
"Shiny pants, is somebody there?" Gabie calls.
"Yeah, it's Maya Hansen. Old botanist pal that I used to know, barely," Tony responds and steps out of the suit.
As Gabie starts walking downstairs, Tony moves towards Maya and speaks quietly. I can still hear, of course, he doesn't keep secrets from me.
"Please don't tell me that there is a twelve-year-old kid waiting in the car that I've never met," Tony begs.
"He's thirteen." Tony and I both seize in panic before Maya finishes. "And no, I need your help."
"What...what for? Why now?" Tony stammers, still recovering from the close call.
"Because I read the papers, and, frankly, I don't think you'll last the week," she deadpans.
"I'll be fine," Tony huffs.
"Well quite frankly I hope you die in this coffin you've made," Gabie spits out and pulls me away from him roughly. "Who's this an unexpected old girlfriend?"
