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Zachary Goode has always excelled at everything he does. He's a master spy. He can lie smoothly and easily. He knows when to dangle information, when to keep it withheld. He can defend himself easily against attackers. He's smart, cool, mysterious…everything a spy should be.
Spying is really like a game, Zach reflects. You win some, you lose some. The only difference is that the stakes are higher. Lose a mission and you might lose your life. It's really a game of shadows, of evading the opponent, of tailing them when they don't know, of knowing things you shouldn't.
In that way, spying is like love. Both games. Both hard to play. But if it's so similar to spying, why can't Zach get it right?
He can't count how many times she's walked into a room and he's acted nonchalant, even though he's keenly aware that she's there. Or how many times their eyes have met, and he's thought that maybe, maybe they might have something. When she walks by, sometimes he forgets to breathe, but then he scolds himself for being a stupid fool. Sometimes he gets so frustrated. There have been so many times where he's given her hints, coaxed her on, begged her to see. He can't tell if she already has or not. Part of him hopes she has. The other half prays that she hasn't guessed yet, because that would give everything away. Zachary Goode doesn't like giving things away.
So, while Zach might be a master spy, he certainly hasn't learned how to master this game. Besides that, he's already done what no spy is supposed to do.
Fall in love.