Spies In Love

Chapter 6

Lunch was going on in the cafeteria in full swing. And like heavily expected the whole goddamn cafeteria was packed with agents quite similar like the molecules in diamonds are packed with a strong covalent bond.

After passing through a sea of agents who were quite irritated at me for probably the same reason people are always irritated in a crowd.

Placing a chicken teriyaki sandwich and canned cold orange juice on my lunch tray and a couple of tissues and went off to face  probably one of the hardest conundrum disturbing the human race that is finding an empty table in this busy environment where I can at least sit and break down the food particles and further digest them.

After a lot of scavenging around I finally succeeded and found a table for three.The table was placed in such a way that the people leaning on the handrail of the white and pristine staircase would get a clear view of the table and the people sitting at the table.

Sitting down I start nibbling at my  sandwich while looking for my music player. It was quite a small thing but was absolutely necessary.

I started playing Godzilla by Eminem and Juice WRLD  and plugged my earphones in.

I mean Eminem is amazing and not to mention super addicting.His flow and lyricism is out of this world or cosmos even.

In simple words , he is God.The Rap God.

I immersed myself in biting the juicy meat in the teriyaki chicken sandwich which can controversially be described as heaven on earth besides chocolate.Chocolate is heaven too.There is nothing like to much chocolate.Ever!!Like ever!! I think that I can probably go an extra mile and say that chocolate is human's greatest invention ever besides fire and wheel of course.

With one of the hardest songs in existence to keep up with blasting in my ears I continued to bite and chew my food to make it easier for my digestive system and for the food pipe too.Yeah people you should always take care of your food pipe or else they'll haunt you by making you cough those ugly coughs.

Wow that was pathetically good maybe I should have just become a rapper.

Nah just kidding I can't even talk that fast.Forget about rapping with maintaining a beat.Just throw the though out of the dustbin.

I bobbed my head while sipping the synthetic canned orange juice.The cold liquid touched my tongue and provided a cool sensation.

It was always enjoyable - the moment when something cold touched your tongue.

People would think that I could at least eat my sandwich while sipping my cold orange juice from a can while bobbing my head to a song of one of the greatest rapper of all time in peace and silence.

But nah........the universe had other plans.It always does.

I was poked by fingers which were long from I could able to make out.

Then I thought maybe ignoring the poking fingers and listening to the song  they would leave me alone.

But nah the poking fingers continued to do their work of disturbing my consumption and relaxation.

Idiotic poking fingers.

I turned my head. Slowly. Dramatically. Just like those scenes in movies and TV shows.

Yup exactly like those scenes with a thrilling theme and a plethora of suspense.

And when I finished turning my head.

I glared.I glared super super hard at those damned poking fingers.
I glared as if heat vision would come out of my eyes and burn those poking fingers.