Living Happily After

45: Spy....

'Bougainvillea, Bougainvillea, I've never heard of it. Jones said they're rich, okay, it's not like I'm going to steal from them...'

Bianca, like many previous spies, walked out the train in search of the name, 'Bougainvillea'. But unlike the other spies, Bianca didn't have much to go around.

'Now, where is this Gilbert person. Is it a guy? I honestly don't know, people have strange names to go with any gender.'

Without much detail of who she was looking for, other than that this persons name is Gilbert, this person is married, and the fact that this person is ex-military.

'Maybe I should ask around, Leiden is somehow famous for their gossip over the years. Unfortunately for me, I don't read gossip newspaper.'

She sighed, wandering around, looking where she could find a place where gossip is often around. She looked around, not much loiterers in daylight she saw.

'Bars, there must be a bar here somewhere....drunk people slur things all the time.' She thought, before seeing an open sign on a, seemly, bar door.

"Are there even people drinkin' so early in the afternoon?" Bianca muttered, opening the bar door.

"Hell-yup, hell indeed, why are y'all drinkin' so damn early? You guys gloomy over somethin'?" She commented, chuckling softly at the squinting stares she got from the few who looked up from their drinks.

She is actually surprised that quite a few are drinking so early in the afternoon. Some already looked pretty drunk.

"Just closed the door if you're going to drink." The bartender told her.

"In that case, I'll take a...beer." She confronted, closing the door and took a seat next to the most normal looking guy she could find. It was the guy holding a single beer and is sitting on the corner.

"Hey, mind if I sit here?" She asked, 'nicely' enough.

"Not at all." The man replied.

"Here's your beer." The waiter said, tapping the mug on the table.

Bianca nodded her thanks.

'Now, who to ask.......this guy? He looks like a boring old business man...'

"Hey."

"Yes?" The man answered.

'I forgot that I shouldn't ask where to find this 'Bougainvillea' guy.'

"Uhh, do...you know where to find...a working, ex-military....dude?" She listed, confusion written on her face.

"I'm working, and ex-military." The man said, straightening his back.

'Is this person it?'

"Umm, the person is...married?" Bianca asked, very unsure of herself if she'll find this person.

"Well, I'm not married..."

'I'm not askin' about you, I'm supposed to find somethin' here.'

"You see, there is this married couple down the street, one of them goes to work, but others ones home most of the time. I'm sure they fit your description." The man said.

"...and...their name is...Bougainvillea?" She asked.

"Yeah! How did you know?"

Bianca ignored his comment, drank the last of her drink and said, "Dude, thanks for that...I'll pay for your single beer." She then slammed 20 Euros on the table and walked out the door.

'Okay, okay down the street, whooo, that beer went stra-ight into my head woah!'

'Mmm, Bougainvillea...yeah this is the one!'

She thought when she saw the 'Bougainvillea' name plate.

She unconsciously knocked on the door.

As the door was about to be opened, she realized that she was supposed to spy on this Bougainvillea person, not confront.

"Oops-heyyyy......"

'Who knew I was a light-weight in drinks, I never drank before.....'