Angela was surprised to hear someone knock on her door late that evening,
but unlike most spies she didn't exclaim "Wait, the Italian government
wasn't supposed to meet me until tomorrow!" Instead she calmly proceeded
toward the door, utterly expressionless.
On the other side stood a semi-muscular boy of about eighteen years. His build was that of a German, with his shaggy black hair growing close to his chin and his beard just beginning to grow back. His deep blue eyes studied hers carefully before he spoke, and she gestured him into the office, looking around casually outside. He did as she asked and turned to face her as she closed the door. She looked his strong arms over and didn't seem too interested in his face at this point, studying instead his sweaty dark gray T-shirt and frayed khaki cargoes. "You have a name?" She spoke thickly with her thief's German this time. "Dimitri." He said quickly, and she could hint at a slight city-boy in his tone.
She nodded. "And what do you need from me?" She turned away and picked up a silver nail file delicately between her ten French manicures from her desktop. "Your friendship, actually." He said gently, and she put it back down. "That's it?" He nodded-she didn't have to turn around to tell. She watched him curiously from the corner of one eye, as a child would do, when frightened, on the other side of the glass cages at the zoo.
Finally she looked at him. "Then you would have me reveal my secret?" She said teasingly, eyeing him carefully, and he nodded after a moment's thought. "My name? It is Angela." He took this in and nodded once more. "I like it. It's pretty." She breathed in. "Thank you.Dimitri." Then she turned back to the picture on her desk. "Father."
He sensed her inner turmoil, and it ripped him. He left her alone, sadly, as he quietly opened the door and headed down the hall on cat's feet.
On the other side stood a semi-muscular boy of about eighteen years. His build was that of a German, with his shaggy black hair growing close to his chin and his beard just beginning to grow back. His deep blue eyes studied hers carefully before he spoke, and she gestured him into the office, looking around casually outside. He did as she asked and turned to face her as she closed the door. She looked his strong arms over and didn't seem too interested in his face at this point, studying instead his sweaty dark gray T-shirt and frayed khaki cargoes. "You have a name?" She spoke thickly with her thief's German this time. "Dimitri." He said quickly, and she could hint at a slight city-boy in his tone.
She nodded. "And what do you need from me?" She turned away and picked up a silver nail file delicately between her ten French manicures from her desktop. "Your friendship, actually." He said gently, and she put it back down. "That's it?" He nodded-she didn't have to turn around to tell. She watched him curiously from the corner of one eye, as a child would do, when frightened, on the other side of the glass cages at the zoo.
Finally she looked at him. "Then you would have me reveal my secret?" She said teasingly, eyeing him carefully, and he nodded after a moment's thought. "My name? It is Angela." He took this in and nodded once more. "I like it. It's pretty." She breathed in. "Thank you.Dimitri." Then she turned back to the picture on her desk. "Father."
He sensed her inner turmoil, and it ripped him. He left her alone, sadly, as he quietly opened the door and headed down the hall on cat's feet.
