SKY ROLLED HER eyes at the sight of Steve hovering over the plants, while holding binoculars to his face. He looked suspicious, especially when there were all kinds of women walking pass the spot he was directly looking at. Anyone could take one look at him and take it the wrong way. She would do it, but she figured she didn't care much about finding the Russian since she didn't think there were any undercover Russians.
And in the mall? The idea itself was a stretch, but that? Too far to even call it a stretch.
She was smushed in between the two, originally claiming this bench as hers. But, the two had joined her and she'd been wrapped up in the Russian thing all over again. The only two things that she was happy about, was spending time with an intelligent boy; who just so happened to be her boyfriend now and finally having her free hair trapped in two braids.
It was refreshing, not having strands of hair trying to jab her in the eye or combing through the tangles every morning. It wasn't worth it in the end either, it was always hot and she'd just sweat, and soon it'd become nappy all over again.
"You see anything?" Dustin asked, sitting next to her. His company and close proximity, she didn't mind. It was Steve's that she found out soon enough, she minded.
Steve continued to look over the mall, like he was in Mission Impossible. "Uh, I guess I don't totally know what I'm looking for."
"Evil Russians." Dustin and Sky informed in sync. Anyone could detest the irritation in Sky's tone. Maybe, just maybe, it was the human sandwich she was in. She resisted the urge to shove Steve away, but even she knew, he was a man now. He was stronger.
"Yeah, exactly. I don't know what an evil russian looks like." The truth came out eventually. He didn't even have a clue on what a Russian wears.
Sky hissed, not being able to help herself, "So, you've been sitting right here like an idiot for the past ten minutes?"
Steve opened his mouth to object to her claim, but instead stuck his tongue out at her in response. Sky reciprocated his gesture and turned back to the people walking around, or sitting, enjoying their time. Everyone seemed to enjoying themselves. Every time Sky looked somewhere, all she saw were smiles. Except for a crying baby coming from a store.
Dustin eventually described the Russian they were suppose to be looking out from, "Tall, blond, not smiling."
"Hm, sound familiar, Sky?" Steve asked, confusing Sky more than anything.
"What? I'm not blonde, tall or-" Sky got what he meant, and by the way she cut herself off, he knew it too. She sent him a sarcastic smile, while he burst into a laughing fit.
"Guys, can we please focus on the task at hand?" Dustin whispered, giving Steve a glare. Sky didn't know why he was whispering. They were in a mall, if someone wanted to hear them, they would've a long time ago. "Also, look for earpieces, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing." Dustin added, glancing at Sky.
"Right, okay, duffel bags." Steve nodded to himself. He landed on something and his face contorted into annoyance, "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me."
"What?" Dustin blurted. Maybe he'd found the Russian. And then they could go and tell Robin. After that... well, maybe they could ask Robin.
"Anna Jacobi's talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky." Steve said, saying names that Sky and Dustin couldn't put faces too. Sky thought that it must've been someone from his high school and she scowled.
"If you're not gonna focus, just give me the binoculars." Dustin demanded, sighing as he and Sky stared at steve in disbelief.
Steve didn't move, just continued watching. "Aw, Jesus Christ, whatever happened to standards? I mean, Lewinsky never even came off the bench."
