Bloody Bullet (rewrite)

4

"What did Kelly do?" You asked Varona as you readied your notebook and favourite pen. He smiled and sighed dreamily.

"Oh my love, I have always dreamt of this moment. Both of us toget—"

"What did Kelly do?" You repeated your question, disregarding his sentence earlier. He pouted a bit before adjusting his position.

"(Y/n), don't you want to enjoy our date first? You're always working..." He mumbled as his eyes trailed away from you. "It's not like Mister Bellacora would harm a strand of hair on your pretty little head..."

You couldn't hear the last part clearly. You assumed that it's just his delusional ramblings so you brushed it off.

You furrowed your eyebrows, is he serious? The Windmill is coming after your neck if you can't deliver what they want in three days and he expects you to enjoy this 'date'?

You wanted to tell him off, but you dealt with people like this before— well, not as bad as Varona, however they were similar. Hostility will get you nowhere, you must flatter him in order to squeeze any information out.

You took a deep breath and set your 'tools' down onto the table with a small slam. You intertwined your hands together and set it down in front of you.

"Right. Varona, is it?" You grit your teeth. His face lit up and he nodded furiously, a tint of pink could be seen on his smooth cheeks.

You leaned forward and rephrased the question.

"Tell me about yourself."

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"—and that's why I made you (f/f) that day!" You stared at him with your hands nervously wringing each other. By now, you've already finished your (favourite type/least hated type) of burger, you assume Varona did not order anything for himself. There is no way a chef would take that long to cook something.

"...you didn't talk about yourself, you talked about me for an hour." You replied. It's frightening that he knows a lot of things no one is supposed to know about you. Like your very specific routine, what happened to you on a particular day, etcetera.

"I know! That's the best part, without you, I'm nothing!" He gleefully exclaimed.

You knitted your eyebrows in concern, you knew that was supposed to come off as 'romantic'. However, couldn't help but pity him, what does he mean by 'without you, I'm nothing?' does he not have anyone else in his life to love? Are you really his purpose to live?

What a pecuiliar and saddening statement.

You shook your head and wiped your mouth with the napkin next to you.

"I... uh, you're working for Windmill, aren't you?" His smiled dropped into a sad frown.

"Please don't bring work into our date, this is the only time I get to have you for myself!" He whined.

The only time I get to have you for myself? What does that mean?

"What do you mean by, 'this is the only time I get to have you for myself?'" You clicked your pen and picked up your notebook. With a heavy expression, Varona shook his head.

"Nothing, my love. I-It's just that I never get to go on a date with you like this..." Varona looked away.
"...and It's not like I get to do this at all..." your ears perked up at his addition.

Strange. Maybe it's something you can grip on.

You huffed in frustration as you force the gears in your head to turn, trying to find the best possible line of questioning.

You smacked your lips and pursed them momentarily before taking a breath to speak.

"What do you mean? We can go on dates after I'm done with this job." You responded and it seems to incite a sudden jab within him.

"(Y/n), I'd love to! But..." he muttered something under his breath. Varona looked away.

"Just stay away from me for three days." You added. Varona whipped head to you, a desperate look covered his face but he didn't say anything. You must be moving in the right direction.

Or a gravely wrong one. Ah, it's too late to take it back now.

"It's not that hard. We can go on as many dates as you like after this job is over." You made sure that your eyes never left his.

"I... um, I..." Varona stammered.

"I appreciate the dinner, Varona. But I need you to stop interracting with me just for three days. Can you do that for me?" You asked, firmly but not rudely.

"No... no, (y/n). D-don't you need my help? I can help you find kelly—" you shook your head.

"I appreciate the concern, Varona. But what you're doing right now, frankly does not help me in any way. We can sort this out after three days, I just need you to—"

"No, (y/n). You don't understand, I can't— I can't..." He watched you with a difficult expression.

"Then help me understand, Varona. What seems to be the problem here? Why can't you leave me alone for seventy two hours if you know that you can go on endless dates with me after this job is over?" You grilled him.

He sighed in defeat.

"...My duty is to watch over you, to make sure you won't get hurt in the process..." He mumbled and rubbed his arm.

"I believe the reason you've given me is your own motive, not Windmill's. Did they send you over so I wouldn't rat it out to the police? Or is there something else I'm not supposed to see?" You scribbled down the newest information you received from the blond. He rubbed the back of his neck.

"...umm... it's complicated. (Y/n), please—"

"So you used this opportunity to be with me, knowing very well that I'll face grave consequences if I don't fulfil their requirements within three days. Moreover, you claimed that you care about me, why are you trying to delay my progress?" You narrowed your eyes at him.

"...my love, I can assure you, you won't get into trouble even if you failed." Varona frowned.

"How can you say that?" You asked further.

"...I'm not allowed to tell you anything else..." Varona twiddled his thumbs. Dead end.

You pursed your lips and stood up from your seat. Alarm flooded into Varona's light blue eyes.

"My love, w-where are you going—"

"Thank you for the dinner. I have to go, I'm running out of time." You shoved the notepad and pen into your pockets before taking a step away from the table.

"(Y/n), w-wait!" Varona got ahold of your arm.

"If you're worried that I'll escape your surveillance, don't. I'll be at my office. I won't leave until you arrive." You swiped your hand away from his grip.

"It's not like I can just leave my home without locking it up anyways." You grumbled.

"No, that's— that's not what I'm— I wanted to spend more time with you—"

"Varona, your job is to babysit me. Not go on dates. Remember, you're still Windmill's property." You turned around and walked away from the table.

Varona frowned as he watches you exit the diner in a hurry. He hopes that you'll keep your word.

He brought his phone out and launched a tracking app.