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Rebecca and I walked into Murphy's Cafe for our morning coffee, as usual. As we waited in line, Rebecca asked me, "So, Cam, isn't today the big day."
The 'big day' could mean anything to you. To the spy community, it has whole crapload of more possibilities. Right now, Rebecca was talking about me finally getting to read my father's file and find out what really happened in Greece all those years ago. We were next in line, so I didn't bother to answer just yet. The couple in front of us moved away and we stepped up.
"Get what you want, Bex, I'm in the mood for celebrating.
Rebecca said something in response to that, but I didn't hear. I was too busy staring at the cashier. Not because he was hot—because he was—but because he looked strangely familiar. Dark hair and green eyes. His name tag said his name was 'Zeke'.
Rebecca ordered some mocha-latte thing I wouldn't even know how to pronounce, let alone spell. I just got an ordinary coffee with sugar. I paid the bill and we walked to table ten. When we sat down, Rebecca asked, "Really?"
I nodded.
"And what did I say about calling me 'Bex'? I know that was what everyone called me before, but I don't really like that anymore. I'm going for that more-"
"The more sophisticated thing, I know. I'm sorry. Old habits die hard, I guess."
"But they shouldn't! Not for us! Not for-"
"Shhh!"
"Sorry, I need to remember my bloody surroundings."
'Zeke' the cashier was washing tables near us. That wasn't the weird part. The weird part was that he was staring at me. I'm used to people staring at the people around me: Mom, Rebecca, Macey, but someone staring at me makes me nervous. It seemed like he was trying to send me some kind of message. Rebecca's phone rang, breaking me from my reverie.
"Cam, your mom wants you to buy her a coffee." Rebecca said as 'Zeke' walked back behind the counter.
I glanced at the couple who were in line in front of us. They had been watching our entire conversation. "Yeah, let's get out of here."
We walked up to the counter. "One large, black-as-my-soul coffee, to go." I ordered.
'Zeke' smirked as he poured the coffee into one of the Styrofoam cups. He handed me the cup with one hand and the receipt with the other. He smiled and winked at me. I looked at the receipt as Rebecca held the door open for me. There was something written on the back. As we moved down the street, I whispered to Rebecca.
"We have a tail."
"I know. Table twenty-five was lip-reading our conversation."
I saw the couple up ahead. I pretended to yawn as I said, "Third bench on the left. By the oak."
After thirty minutes, three clothing stores, two bathrooms, and every trick in the book, Rebecca and I lost our tails. When I was sure nobody was watching, I uncrumpled the receipt.
You know who I am. Meet me at the fountain in town square. Nine pm, tonight.
If my suspicions were correct, then I did know who 'Zeke' really was, but that was impossible, because he'd been missing since I ended my Junior year.
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