I SPY AN IDOL

Chapter 1

The smell of fresh brewed coffee fills the air. It's the same thing I smell every afternoon, from my job. I look at the last special order I wrote down carelessly on a green sticky note. I don't work in a coffee shop, I work in a spy agency. They were the ones offering me the highest salary, which I desperately need for college. They don't pay me a lot just to make coffee of course. They pay me to keep my mouth shut about the place. Honestly, I couldn't care less what they do here, they just know that I need the money.

I bring a plain dark coffee to the head of the agency. He's a man that is well in his forties, but still manages to look sharp. He sits at the end of a long, perfectly-polished, black-marble table in the meeting room. "I can't believe our missions have become so immature," he boasts to the other agents in the room. Some exchange nervous glances and, the others remain unfazed. I set down his simple white mug on the table. "Idols are just petty brats these days," he slams down his hands making both me and the coffee jump. I shrug it off and walk out of the room, gently closing the door behind me. Well, it looks like I'm done for the day.

I grab my light-blue backpack and beige long coat from the "lesser" employees' lounge room. I wave goodbye to the front desk secretary. Her perfectly made curls bounce as she waves back. I am greeted by a chilling breeze as I open the door. I pull the top two ends of my coat closer to me, and secure my hands in my pockets as I walk to the bus stop. I curse the wind for entangling my hair more than it already was.

"Pssst," a voice comes from a nearby ally. I turn to look at a boy. From the looks of him, he doesn't seem to be too much older than me. Unfortunately, it's hard to tell with his black cap pulled low over his eyes. He waved me forward, and my curiousness almost unhinged my feet to move. "Hey, it's okay," he says, still waving me on.

I look down at my shoes and snicker, "do you think I'm dumb?"

"Shhh. Keep your voice down," he says in a loud whisper.

Is this guy drunk? People walking by give me looks. I shift uncomfortably and push up my black rimmed glasses. A gust of cool air brushes past my cheeks making me shiver. I sigh and turn around to the people around me, "can't you see there's someone-"

A hand covers my mouth and panic rushes in my chest. I look up at the covered boy, "sorry about my girlfriend. Please, carry on."

Um, what? He gently pushes me into the ally. I rip his hand of my lips causing him to stumble back, "girlfriend? I don't even know you!"

"Shh! They'll hear you," his eyes flicker back to the entrance of the ally.

I cross my arms, "who will hear me?"

"My fans," he pulls up his cap taking the shadow with it. I have to admit that he indeed has that typical "idol look" and vibe. Once he thinks I've "admired" his look enough, he slides his cap down again. "C'mon you have to get food with me," he grabs my hand and starts walking down the ally.

I yank my arm back, "and what makes you think that I'll be going with you?"

"Please. It's the only way I can get food right now," he says grabbing my hand again.

"What does that even mean," I snap at him.

"I'll explain when we get there," he continues walking again, "besides, it's on me."