The Kiss of the Blade

Chapter Seven.

Nigel:

Nigel walked into the restaurant and a cool blast of air conditioning hit him. It was, despite the cool weather, fairly soothing. He spotted Zee in a secluded corner, by a potted plant. He made his way to his "date". She wasn't, of course, his date, but he had told Noah that just to annoy him.

Despite what Noah said, he was obviously interested in Zee, but Zee didn't care much about Noah. Nigel knew this, because he and Zee had met a few times when Noah was out to discuss their plan, and Nigel had observed Zee.

Well, she either didn't think of Noah as anything more than a friend or she was really, really good at hiding her feelings. But of course it had to be the former, because no one could be that good at hiding their feelings. ....Right?

Zee:

Zee stared fixedly at the glass of water in front of her. Of course, she had seen Nigel walk in, but she was thinking too deeply about her days in the United States. She was a killer. She was emotionless. Or at least...She was. What was it about these people that she met here that made her empathize with them? These people who made her care about them.

But she had felt herself and Noah drifting apart, which was a good thing. She still

Felt something when she was with him, but it was way less intense.

And there was Nigel. She loved him like a little brother, but he looked up to Noah. She had sworn to herself that she would defeat Noah, and destroy any obstructions, but....But what if Nigel was an obstruction? She didn't think she could hurt Nigel.

Well, since Nigel wasn't her target, she could always keep him busy until her work was done without hurting him. Right?

She slapped her forehead. She had been questioning her decisions and actions so much - Something she had never done before.

She looked up just as Nigel reached her table. He looked at her clothes - A pair of torn jeans and an orange Tee Shirt - and smiled slightly. Though for what, Zee had no idea.

"Hey Zee!"He said, smiling brightly.

"Oh No! Are you unwell? Nigel Jones. Cheerful?" She teased.

"Ha ha ha" He said, sticking his tongue out at her like a third grader.

She laughed softly and gestured to the seat opposite her on the other side of the table. He sat down comfortably.

A waiter walked over with a notepad and pen. "Hello, My name is Gianna. Do you know what you would like to drink?". She was pretty enough, but the smile on her face, was fake and there was a tired edge to her voice, as she eyed the two teenagers as though wary of the fact that they might cause trouble.

"One cherry coke..." Zee looked at Nigel,
who nodded. "Make that two Cherry Cokes."

Gianna smiled. "Of course. It'll be here right away" And with a last smile, she hurried away.

"So, Did it work?" Zee asked, swallowing a bite of Ratatouille.

Nigel mumbled something incoherent, his mouth full of food.

Zee rolled her eyes. "You eat like a pig" She joked.

Nigel replied, his voice full of mock pain, "I'm hurt!" clutching his heart.

Then he grinned. "It's working very well, thank you very much" He smirked.

"Aha! But, it was not your plan, but mine." She said, poking him.

He made a face at her and turned away. "In that case, it's fine...I guess."

Zee rolled her eyes.