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"With something that sounds very sexy"- Berlin
꧁_________꧂
"Betrayal is an inherent part of love" he chuckled swirling the contents of his glass around.
"So you suggest I would ever try and betray you" I laughed.
"That's exactly what I am insinuating," he said solemnly.
"I would never," I said clutching a hand to my chest. "I would always be loyal no matter what"
"Well let us see then," Berlin said downing his glass and setting it down on the table.
"Never read a book again in your life or never find true love"
I rolled my eyes, scowling "Of course I'd choose love"
"But then you would never get to read those romantic novels you enjoy so much" he snickered.
"Then I'd simply write my own with my soulmate" I shrugged.
"Well then let's write a book" Berlin suggested propping his head upon his elbows.
"What, why?"
"Because you and I are meant to be, how many people can say that they fell in love in a heist?"
"Well, then how do you propose you start this so said book" I chuckled, pulling out my notebook from my bottom drawer.
"With something that sounds very sexy"
꧁_________꧂
"What are you writing?" Arturo asked as he sat at the end of the hall the explosives covering every inch of his torso.
"A love story" I grinned holding up the book, worlds scribbled across the lined pages.
"Are you requesting for a bedtime story" I mocked.
I flicked back to the very first page, clearing my throat.
"I gracefully got out the car smoothing down the material of my blouse popping open the top button. I glanced down at my watch before faking a smile to the receptionist patiently waiting for my interview. I had to stall for 5 hours until they got there. Until it was showtime. I fiddled with the rings on my finger as I gazed around the extensive hall. Expensive paintings and rich fur carpet adorned the room as cushy chairs sat outside the big office."
I quickly shut the book when Berlin walked into the hall a grin on his face.
"It still seems that you enjoy telling stories to prisoners" he grinned, pulling up a chair to sit beside me.
"Is there a Prince is this charming fairytale?"
"What makes you think the protagonist couldn't be a badass independent woman" I said raising an eyebrow.
