A Spy love story

Chapter 3- a sweet moment

I looked back at the pictures that I had taken and had done some research. I found out those pretty light were indeed stolen from a museum in France and was known as the parbatee lights noted for their shape and brightness. I needed to get more info on his father for he could be the real culprit here. I used the FCSP to call everyone in my family if their suspect was the chancellor of NYU and they all answered with a negative response so I guess it is up to me to have two suspects. I tried to tell dad that I had a major clue but as usual he wasn't listening so I gave up and decided to tell him when I had more evidence.
Just when I was going to figure out another way to get more evidence my phone rang.
"Hey since I am suppose to be in class, I will just come out with it- would you like to do something with me tonight"he says in a rush.
" I'd love to do something with you" I say sweetly without having to pretend.
" well I'll see you tonight then"
"Bye"
That night we rode bicycles together through the city and then rode into a beautiful park and then sat by a large fountain in the middle of the park.
" I didn't know New York was so pretty"
" For me your my favourite attraction here" " oh my gosh did I really just say that that was so embarrassing " he says covering his face in shame.
I then walk over to him and remove his hands from his face and say " I thought it was sweet"
" you aren't like most girls around here"
" I like to be my own person and not what everyone expects me to be"
" your life seems like a dream; my friends don't like me all nice so I pretend to be mr. Bad guy and I just want to be mr. Nice guy" I can't help but smile at his confused expression when he says the line.
" well I think I prefer The mr. Williams"
" I am glad you do"
" Where do you go to school?" He asks just as curious as I can be
" well I used to go to school in Florida but then I moved to New York to kind of escape my life since my parents died when I was 16."
" I know how it feels to feel completely alone; my dad left my mom and I when I was 8 and my mom died when I was 13."
"That sounds tragic" I say sympathetically.
"My mom left behind enough money so I may go to school and get an apartment. Of course my uncle being the chancellor sure made it easier."
" you know I would love to meet him" I say just remembering that I had a job to do.
" sure you can meet him tomorrow. I am sure he would love to meet you."
" it's getting late"
" yeah come lets go"
We ride to where we meet up and then depart from there.
That was my best night ever and I didn't want it to end but I did have a job to do. Well tomorrow I get to really do my job and investigate this uncle of his.