"Come on, Christophe! Why can't you?" A distraught Gregory leans against the corridor wall, eyes burning, as he glares at the boy in front of him.
"Gregory, eet's top secret." He says. Christophe slowly walks closer to Gregory. Seeing their close proximity, Gregory shrinks back into the bricks.
"Personal business, Gregory," his voice getting heavier as he saunters closer.
And closer.
Gregory is pinned against the wall and Christophe. He blocks him; Gregory's smaller hands push against Christophe's chest. "Come on, Chris please tell me?" he whispers in a whine.
"Gregory, eet's a zurprise! I can't tell, eet'll ruin eet all."
His eyes widen. "A surprise? I love surprises! Why didn't you say so?" He smiles slyly, "So … um, when does this, er, surprise take place?" Gregory ran his hand softly down Christophe's chest causing the boy to suppress a gulp and widen his hazel eyes.
Christophe shakes his head nervously. "No no, I vill not tell."
"You sure?" He nods furiously.
"Oh, fine!" Gregory shakes his head, still smiling and grabs Christophe's hand. The rest of mission includes pestering from the British boy.
