I just had to update because I watched First Daughter today. Your reviews are so nice and make my day! Enjoy the chapter!

After lunch, me and Liz head over to the culinary area of campus for Cooking 101. But not before Chuck did a full body pat down.

"I'm so sorry!" I say embarrassed shooting a glare at Chuck.

"It's okay!" She squeaks her face bright red.

"Was that really necessary? She tripped on a blade of grass!" I exclaim back at Chuck.

"Looks can be deceiving, you should know that Cammie." Drew answers on his behalf.

I grunt.

Liz's face remains bright red until we enter the culinary building.

"Shoot, where do we go?" I ask.

"According to my research, our class will be on the 8th floor next to the vending machine. Shall we take the elevator?"

I shake my head, "Gotta stay in shape." I lead the way to the stairs.

Liz's face pails.

"What else did you research about this class?" I ask as we reach the 2nd floor. Liz is wheezing.

"The eggs that we use are grade A and organic. Their coloring is Ecru, which was once only found in parts of Africa but due to the Industrial Revolution they have now been available all over the world. The eggs that we have are grown on a farm in Springfield, Minnesota and brought to our University on a train. The train is-"

By now Liz is wheezing, "Liz! You can stop!"

"Thank God!" Liz collapses on the ground, "How many more flights?"

"Four."

Liz's face falls.

"We're taking the elevator."

She sighs in relief.

Liz is still wheezing as we get off the elevator.

"What's your major?" I ask.

"Research," she huffs, "and Development."

"That explains it."

Chuck lets out a short laugh.

"Oh my gosh Chuck! You are so loud!"

Suddenly all of my bodyguards are laughing. Hysterically and they can't stop. Then I'm laughing. And then Liz is laughing. The six of us are standing in the middle of the hall being stared at but we can't stop laughing. But then the hall is empty. Crap. We're late. A spy is never late.

Liz and I barge in, "Sorry we're late."

The professor looks at us, "You know what we do here to students that are late right?"

Liz gulps, "N-n-no." She looks like she's on the verge of tears.

"Night Drills."

I almost snort. That's what they call punishment? Uncle Joe would make me watch torture videos for hours as a punishment. Just watching the videos is scaring.

"Now get to your seat."

"Night drills...that's rough." A boy says in the station behind me.

I just shrug while Liz blubbers.

"But maybe not so bad since I'll be there." The boy next to him smirks.

The professor clears her throat. "Today we will learn the art of Canadian Cooking. We will start by making poutine."

Poutine turns out to be made with french fries, topped with brown gravy and cheese curds. I put Liz in charge of watching the gravy heat, seeing as she is in an unstable mental condition. As I finish frying the fries, I hear an Oopsie Daisy, and suddenly our station is up in flames. But before anybody can notice, the smirker from before puts it out. I mouth a thank you to him and he winks. My heart skips a beat. He's the first boy that's ever winked at me.

Class ends and the smirker bolts out of class. I chase him down the stairs, "Wait up!" I shout.

He doesn't hear me.

"Excuse me!" I shout again.

He turns around and I walk up to him.

"Thank you for saving us back there."

"No problem, it's not everyday I get to save the First Agent's daughter."

I bite my lip and look up into his eyes. His beautiful green eyes, "I'm Cammie."

I reach out to shake his hand and shakes it.

"Nice to meet you Cammie Morgan." And then he spins on his heel and walks away.

I stand there watching him leave wondering what his name was. I can still feel a tingling from his hand. I touch my thumb to my palm and smile.

"He's a cutie." Drew says behind me with a chuckle.

By the way...Drew is not gay. And also I had to google Canadian food. I had trouble thinking of what they should eat so tell me what your favorite food is from different parts of the world!