Frank was on his way to Stella's office. Today was the day he told himself, I can't put it off any longer. I have to ask her today. He was on his way to ask Stella on a date, the first one in nearly eleven years. Frank just wanted to know if the spark was still there, and he could only know if it was on a date.
Date nights used to be every other Friday when they were dating. At the very beginning it was every Friday, but they just got far too busy with spy work that they let each other down. Frank can remember those times like it was yesterday... He also hoped that Stella remembered the good old days as well as he could. This was the key part of his plan.
When he was about to knock on her door a pair of heavy footsteps came towards his direction. He looked up to see who it was, Frank was not happy. "Stark," he stated coldly. Agent Stark gave him a smirk. When it came to competing for Stella's love, Stark was his arch-enemy. And today was no exception.
"Lover boy," Stark replied. This had been a 'nickname' Stark had given Frank ever since Stella replaced him as Chief Agent Officer of spite and bitterness. He couldn't face the fact that he got replaced by a woman. A better one at that.
There was a moment's pause before both grown men scrambled to the door, both wanting to be the first Stella saw. But Frank had pushed too hard. The door to Stella's office flung open and they crashed to the floor with a loud bang.
They shot up off the ground quickly and brushed themselves clean. The only problem was... Where was Stella?
"This is all your fault," said Stark. "She left because you keep on harassing her." Frank gave Stark the evils.
"Who keeps on harassing who?" A female voice came down the corridor towards them. It was Stella walking to her office.
"Nothing," both men said at the same time. Stark will never get away with this, thought Frank as Stella entered her office not looking back.
