Life
The wind combed my hair while I stood, listening to the sound of a cluttered road and looking at the people milling around me.
London was something I wasn't used to since we moved out of our apartment in D.C. Maybe that was the reason I looked extra hard for anything different; anything not normal. It's ironic, isn't it? We were trained to find un-normal things; it's our job, yet we were probably the farthest group of human beings when it came to normal.
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a crisp, "Cammie!" And saw a true British beauty walk towards me.
"Cam, mum and dad asked me if we wanted to shop alone and I took the liberty of saying yes for you."
Sometimes, even when you're a spy, it takes all your might not to roll your eyes once in awhile.
"Great. Can we go shopping in a McDonald's, 'cause living on soda in a plane ride that lasted for nine hours and fifteen and a half seconds really makes a girl hungry…"
"Why didn't you eat when we came home?"
"My stomach was full of sprite at the time."
"Cammie." But then her voice changed. "Did you see that?" She spoke quietly.
I don't know what she saw, but I knew her tone of voice. Instantly, I changed from girl mode to spy mode, ready for whatever that was coming. Or maybe thinking I was ready, because the moment light hit my eyes, I froze.
Until I heard laughter. Very familiar laughter, and was shown a face I knew. A face I was expecting.
Zach.
"Hey, Gallagher Girl." Our silence made him shift around uncomfortably. Or rather, my silence because Bex was nowhere to be seen. "So…. How's London?"
"Claustrophobic."
He laughed. "But you must adjust easily, being a chameleon."
I guess he complimented me, but I still sighed. "Zach, can I ask you a question?"
He stiffened. "Depends on what's the question."
"Since when have you tried to use small talk in anything?"
"That's your question?"
"So?"
"I guess I should be relieved." For a moment everything around me was silent. Then Zach did something I wasn't expecting. He became softer; more venerable than before. In one word, he became… himself.
"Zach." I whispered, and despite everything that happened, everything he didn't tell me, everyone else telling me not to trust him, I let him see me without my cover.
It might be the stupidest mistake of my life, but right then, I didn't care as long as this moment was perfect.
But, so far, life wasn't in my favor.
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Was it good? Bad? Should I continue? Critisim is helpful.