Eames chose a table outside when he'd arrived early the next morning. He had been amazed the night before when he'd ventured to his old bachelor pad to discover that Evelyn had recreated it with infinite detail. He instantly retraced his steps to his wardrobe and found his favourite three piece suit. The steel grey suit that he no longer owned felt good on his skin. She loved him in it. Wearing the suit on a date with her always guaranteed she'd repay him with a night of teasing and pleasure. He destroyed it the day she abandoned him.

He'd ordered himself a coffee while he looked at the menu. The sun was rising above the buildings enveloping him in warmth that filled him with confidence. He wanted so much to impress her. It was with that thought he ordered her a waffle with fruit while he picked toast with a side of jam.

'Hello Mr Kirk.' She sat down without waiting for a reaction to his arrival. She was in a figure hugging sun dress that Eames wanted to be close to. She was dressing to impress.

'Good morning. Thank you for joining me. I've taken the liberty of ordering your breakfast.' Eames folded the paper that he'd been reading in order to pass the time. He knew she was cringing because she chewed on her bottom lip. Would she say anything? If it was Eames she was talking to she would be honest to the point of being rude. However he was Will Kirk: a potential client.

'I'm a really fussy eat-' She attempted to explain, a soft blush rising to her cheeks. It clearly meant a lot to her that she didn't offend him. It curled his mouth into a soft and genuine smile that made her blush further.

'Trust me.' Eames smiled at the woman before her. She fidgeted with her hair bashfully at this request. Is this how she always would have acted with him if she didn't have preconceptions of him that filled her with distain? She seemed so vulnerable, sweet and unchallenging.

'Ok, Mr Kirk. I trust you.' She smiled broadly as she sank back into her chair and moved her face to the light. She closed her eyes for a moment before rearranging her facial expression. 'What can we do for you? We can do anything you wish... for a price, as I said before.'

'Could we not just have breakfast pet?' Eames almost sang. 'Don't worry, you can bill me for the time it takes. Make a whole day of it?'

'Can't be anything pressing then? That's unusual, we usually only get the needy and the desperate.' Evelyn mused as a plate was brought to her. She looked at the mound of fruit that burdened the large waffle sceptically. 'This is my favourite.' She paused, thought better of what she was about to say and then took hold of her fork and tucked in. She looked over to his food which he wasn't touching and then up into his eyes. 'You're watching me?'

'Sorry,' He whispered. 'You're just so beautiful.'

'Are you a gigolo?' She asked swallowing whole berries and clearing her throat. 'I told Dom that I wasn't frustrated and if I needed someone, I was quite capable of finding someone to scratch that itch.' She wiped her mouth with her napkin. 'Oh god, this is demoralising. Don't worry, I'll tell Dom to still pay you-' She got up and made to leave. He quickly stood and grabbed her hand. He felt a shock and his heart raced from touching her.

'Evelyn. I'm not an escort!' He laughed momentarily amused before he looked at her seriously. 'Do you find it so unbelievable that someone finds you attractive?' She refused to look at him. 'What fucked you up so badly that you don't believe in yourself?' He blurted before he could filter his thoughts.

'Mr Kirk-'

'William. Or call me Will. It's not hard.' Eames insisted. 'I need your team to help me with something very important. But I just want to spend one day with you. What I'm about to embark on could result in my life being all but destroyed. Give me one day with the most beautiful creature in all creation.'

'Will. You're a very strange and arrogant man.'

'But I'm charming and devilishly handsome. Admit it, you like it.' He glowed as she smiled despite herself. 'I'll take that as a yes.'

'William Kirk, you're a menace.'

'So I've been told. Do you fancy a stroll?' He held out his arm for her to link and directed her towards the main street as soon as she obliged.

'Are you not going to pay?' She whispered and she allowed him to take her in the direction of his choosing.

'You invade people's dreams for a living and you're worried about a grad and dash?' He questioned with a smile. 'Evelyn?' He questioned after a moments comfortable silence.

'Hmmmmmmm?' She mumbled, simply content with walking in the warmth of the morning.

'What's your favourite cheese?' It was the question he'd asked her after they'd kissed. To break the ice and to make her nose crumple like it always did when what he said confused her. Whenever they'd fight and it was Evelyn who was angry, he would utter that question and watch her anger melt. If only he had been so easy to calm? Perhaps they would not be here right now playing pretend like toddlers.

'I don't have one. I don't think. The one in a can?' She exclaimed as if it were a test.

'Failure.' He bellowed with a laugh.

'Why, what's yours?' She stopped outside a florist to smell the flowers that were being put out. Eames retrieved a single tulip from the pot and handed it to her. It was met with a vanishing blush.

'English cheddar, grilled on toast with chutney. I'll make it for you some time if you like.' He took a tentative step into her personal space. When he met no resistance he curled his body down to reach her face. It was only in the last second that she pulled away.

'We have to be professional Mr-'

'Will.' He corrected. 'You feel it to. I know you do Evelyn. Soul-'

'-I've only just met you.' She flared, walking a step ahead. 'If the roles were reversed and so much as attempted to pull that kind of crap on you... Well I'd be alone here right now. I've learnt the hard was to keep my heart to myself.' That was true. The very few boyfriends she'd let into her life had cheated on her. He'd pushed it too far. He knew he had to rush things, but not at the expense of losing her completely.

'Try me!' He dared. 'I don't scare easily.'

'Then this is a game.'

'You're insufferable.' He stopped her. 'Why are you so... impenetrable?' He growled. She laughed heartedly at his outburst.

'So you want to penetrate me?" She raised an eyebrow while sticking out her tongue playfully, he blushed profusely. 'You sometimes look at me like you've known me for years.'

'I don't mean to. It's just that I feel comfortable around you; I'm sorry' He let go of her and progressed to walk alone, his shoulders hunched. She sighed and caught up to him, interlacing her fingers into his. 'I bugger things up all the time.'

'Who said you'd-' she paused to consider what she was about to say '-buggered it up? You just have to give me time. I'm used to heavy petting not heavy hearted if you get my-'

'-I do, and that's a bloody shame.' He insisted 'You're a goddess and should be treated as such.' He pulled at her sharply bringing her to face him. She didn't protest as he placed his hand in the small of her back.

'I was on a date last night.' She blurted. 'I don't know if I'm seeing him again.'

'What do you want? Right this second, are you thinking about that twerp?' She shook her head, stepping into his hold. 'You'll find I'm the better choice in the long run.' His thumb fixed a strand of hair that had fallen from behind her ear before joining it's brother at the small of her back. 'Evelyn, let me do it right this time.' His voice was begging as an insecure moan escaped her lips. He reached down to claim her lips. His heart skipped a beat, thinking that she would deny him a second time. She began kissing him back, leaning into him, as her phone began ringing.

'I'm sorry. I have to take this.' She pulled away and pressed the answer button. As soon as she heard the voice, she began retreating from Eames in order to be polite. He couldn't hear anything that was being said but she'd stiffened once more, her eyes wide. She thanked the caller as she returned to him. She placed her phone back into her purse, taking care not to meet his eyes.

'What's wrong?' She tried to walk away without saying another word. She was clearly upset by the call. 'Evelyn?' He insisted urgently, grabbing her shoulders firmly. She turned to face him, her face full of anger and hatred. She knew. How, he wasn't sure but he was certain his cover had well and truly been blown. His heart sank.

'You're Rupert Eames?'!