The Blind and The Unseen

Mystery

She was quiet for a while, my question seemed to surprise her.

"How did you know?" She asked finally, sitting up and staring in my direction.

"Well, I can't say it was an easy feat. One would 'ave to be very attentive to detail to notice. You 'ide it quite well." I laughed, leaning back. "But if you must know, you can't look me directly in ze eye when you speak. You seem to know ze general area but you're always a little off."

Her face drained of all color, her breathing becoming shallow. "You can not tell anyone else about this." She warned her voice just barely above a whisper.

"Very well, mon chérie. On one condition." I stood, approaching her.

Her eyes narrowed. "What is it?"

"Nozing terrible. Simply agree to join me on a date." I smirked down at her.

"You smooth bastard." she scoffed, seemingly impressed. "It's a date then."

"Perfect. I'll meet you back 'ere tomorrow night. 7 sharp. Wear zat red dress you put in your dresser."

"Anything else, sir?" She teased.

"Non. Zat will be all from me. Get some rest. I will see you tomorrow." I took my leave, the memory of beautiful eyes burned into my memory.

Why do I feel so accomplished?

-Time Skip brought to you by Tentaspy-
-Stella's POV-

After a tiring day of training, I was finally alone in my room. I immediately went to the bathroom, stripping off my sweaty clothes and turning on the shower. The warm water soothed my aching muscles. After I finished my shower, I wrapped myself in a soft robe and sat down at my desk. I thought for a moment, staring into the darkness. How am I supposed to get ready? I sighed, pulling out a small bag of makeup and setting it on the desk.

I decided to do something simple and quick. A little blush, some neutral eye shadow, and what I assumed to be a red lipstick. I sighed, hoping I looked at least halfway decent. I went over to my closet, feeling around for my red dress. Once I found it, I discarded my robe and got dressed. I wish I knew how I looked. I walked over to the wall, gently feeling the clock. 5 till 7. I still had time to slip on a pair of modest heels and brush my hair before someone knocked on my door.

"Just a moment!" I called, grabbing the small clutch from my bed and opening the door.

-Spy's POV-

Mon Dieu! She's even more beautiful than I thought! I stared in awe at the flawless being before me. Not even my best suit could match her beauty. In my hands I held a small bouquet of red roses and a box of chocolates. "You look lovely, mon cher." I gently placed the gifts in her arms. "Zese are for you." I picked out the most aromatic flowers and the best tasting chocolates I could find. It wasn't easy, but her smile was worth the trouble.

"Aww! Thank you, Spy." She closed her eyes and took in the lovely smell of the roses before setting them on the bookcase by the door. "So, where are you taking me?"

"We are going to zis lovely little diner in ze town nearby." I held out my arm for her. Guiding her out into the crisp evening air. Parked in front of the base was a stretch limousine. Only the best for her.

I helped her into the limo, handing her a glass of champagne. She smirked, taking a sip. "Drinking already? Are you trying to get me drunk." She joked, leaning back into the seat at the car pulled away.

"Non, I simply want to 'elp you relax." I said, taking a sip from my own glass. "Is it working?" She nodded, taking another drink from her glass.

The trip into town was filled with a comfortable silence. It was nice to unwind and just bask in each other's company. "'ere we are, mon cher." I took her hand and helped her out of the car and into the diner.

It was a quiet night, only a few people here and there. I sat her down in a booth near the back where we would have some privacy. The waiter came over and took our drink orders and left to the kitchen.

"So, Spy. I've told you about myself. What's your story?" She asked at the waiter brought our drinks.

"Well, much of my past is classified. Zere are many zings I wish to forget about."

"So what can you tell me?"

"Well..." I rubbed the back of my neck anxiously. "I uh...I 'ave a teenage son." I admitted, burying my face into the menu.

Her eyes went wide in surprise. "A teenage son? There's no way you're old enough to have a teenager!"

I laughed. Flattery will get you everywhere. "It's true!"

He mood suddenly seemed to shift. "So does that mean your married?" She asked hesitantly.

I sighed. "I was. But my job kept me away and..." I winced at the memories.

Her hand suddenly met mine. "It's okay. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." Her smile was sympathetic and kind.

"Non, it's alright." I took a breath, taking her hand in mine before speaking. "I came 'ome early one night to surprise my family. Our son was only 4 at ze time and was fast asleep in 'is room. I walked into my bedroom to see my wife...wiz anozer man." My grip tightened around hers. "I 'ad a feeling it was 'appening for a while, but I didn't know 'ow to deal wiz it. I filed for divorce ze next day. I see 'er every now and zen when she comes to see Jeremy."

"Wait...Jeremy. As in our Scout, Jeremy!" Her voice was shocked. "Well now I know where he gets it from."

I gave her a questioning look, though I knew she couldn't see it. "Got what from?"

She leaned in, her voice lowering. "His good looks." My jaw dropped at her comment. Well played my little bat. (Get it? Cuz she can't see???) She sat back, sipping her drink, amused at the reaction she roused.

"I zought I was supposed to be ze charming one." I laughed.

We spent the next couple hours talking and drinking. We ended up sharing a desert since neither one of us was hungry enough for our own. She said it was her favorite: chocolate lava cake (Remember this. It's important). I'll have to keep that in mind.

By the time we got back to base, we were both pretty drunk. We were met with an angry looking Sniper. "And where 'ave you two been?" He presses, prying her from my arms.

"C'mon Micky! We were just out having a few drinks!" She slurred, leaning into him. "It's not like we killed anybody! We didn't kill anyone, right Spy?"

I was frozen under the angry gaze of the Bushman. "If oi find out ya laid a finga on 'er, oi'll kill ya!" He hissed, dragging the drunken beauty to her room.

"Killjoy..." I murmured to myself, heading to my smoking room for a cigarette.