A/N If you have any suggestions for what happens on the remainder of their date, please review and tell me.
2-2 My Date (or the Start of One)
Frank
We were walking to the restaurant when Stella suddenly turned around.
"Dan, Tom, Keri, Aneisha, get out here right now" Stella told them, annoyed.
"How did you know it was us?" Dan asked.
"No one else knows we're here" answered Stella
Stella gave Tom back a camera he tried to put in her sunflowers. How did I miss that? Stella was always more observant than me.
"I suggest you try better next time. Honestly Frank, what do you teach them?" Stella joked.
I didn't teach them a lot; only how to use my latest gadgets. That taught themselves really.
"That's my Star. Nobody can slip anything past you" I praised.
She smiled. That was my nickname for her. Stella means star in Latin. She was very impressed that I knew that.
"But how did you?" Tom asked, bewildered.
"You don't get to be Chief Agent for nothing. I might be hopeless with computers but I know a thing or two about spying" said Stella.
"A thing or two. Stella, you're the best" I praised.
She was the best fighter in nearly of MI9 and could spot a bug from nearly a mile away.
"How come you're so good with a spy pod then?" Aneshia asked.
"I helped come up with a few ideas for applications. In return, he taught me how to use it. Whose idea did you think the fight analyser was?" Stella asked them.
"You created the fight analyser, that's so cool" admired Dan.
"Create, no. I gave Frank all the data he needed" Stella corrected.
The fight analyser was a hard app to create. It needed reams of data to be to analyse before it could even start to work. If Stella hadn't helped me with her knowledge of fighting formations, it would've taken months to complete. Refining the process was easy after that.
"Frank created the spy pod?" Tom asked.
"He spent months tinkering with it" Stella complained.
It did take a while to create. All the technical scientists told me it was a lost cause. When they saw how revoultionary it was, they were gob-smacked. They were so gutted they hadn't thought of it themselves. They tried to re-assign me to their department but luckily they gave up after I refused 36 times.
"You love me really" I joked.
"Of course I do" Stella replied.
"That reminds me, how on earth did you get the Tower of London as the background on my spy pod?" I asked.
She was right about being abysmal with technology. I never did figure out how she managed it.
"I got Wilkins to do it; he appreciates a practical joke. It was payback for when you got stars flying across my screen" Stella answered.
Wilkins, of course. He fixed most of the funny things that happened to the head of MI9's computer. Not that she knew, Wilkins was most of the time that one that did it in the first place.
"Don't MI9 have a rule against mushy stuff?" Keri asked, disgusted.
As a matter of fact they did but what MI9 don't know won't hurt them.
"We're on a date. That means you should leave. Don't you have families to go back to?" Stella asked.
We didn't have all the time in the world. Time to relax was a luxury in MI9. A luxury we didn't get enough of.
"We probably should be heading back" agreed Tom.
At last they left.
"Relax and enjoy" I urged.
Stella worked too hard. Even when she wasn't working, she was still as professional as when she was on the job. The romantic music went a long way to her winding down. The job at St Heart was also working wonders on her. She was letting her hair down like she used to and really connecting with the students. Her down with the textbooks approach was really funny. That was something only the Stella from ten years ago would do. Whenever I was with her I saw her relax a fraction. It was like we were transported back through time.