Alright, so sorry for the relatively long wait... I may have kinda sorta forgotten about it a bit... Anyways, the Vermeer sketches are completely fictional. Anyone who has taken an art history class knows that Vermeer didn't even sketch out his paintings first, let alone have a sketchbook. Vermeer is by far my favorite of the Dutch Masters and I recently went to go see Tim's Vermeer which was super interesting and I think everyone should go see it. Oh, also Go Radio is an awesome band and I love them and everyone should listen to them. These things all have to do with the chapter which you should read now and I will shut up, or at least stop typing.

Ainsley sat outside the coffee shop, drinking a small coffee. If her mark was on schedule he should be arriving any minute, though there were two times last month where he hadn't come at all. Right on schedule Clarence Mitchell walked into the coffee shop. Ainsley smiled to herself. After reviewing his file she knew this would be the best possible place to 'run into' her mark. She was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt (from a band Clarence liked) with an oversized plaid shirt on top. As she saw him about to walk out the door she stood and walked straight into him. Her remaining coffee spilling onto both of them.

"I'm so sorry." He said quickly looking around for napkins.

"No it was my fault." She said producing some napkins from a table nearby and handing some to him. She had done this before, but she forgot how much the hot coffee stung.

"Can I buy you another coffee?" He asked tentatively.

"Oh, no it's fine."

"I insist." He stated with much more confidence.

"Alright."

"I love Go Radio," he said, gesturing to her ruined shirt as they walked back into the coffee shop. "I've never seen that shirt before. Did you make it?"

"Yeah, they didn't have any designs I liked so I made my own." Though the real reason was she needed a shirt and they didn't sell any nearby.

"It's really good."

"I should make you one!" She said enthusiastically.

"What can I get you?" The barista interrupted them. Clarence looked at her expectantly.

"I'll just have a small black coffee."

"So what's your name then?" Clarence asked her.

"I'm Sarah." She stated simply.

"Well Sarah, I am Clarence and I would love you to make me a shirt." He smiled at her and she knew she had been successful in her hook. "However, I will need your number so I can check in on the progress of my future shirt." he said, faking a serious tone.

"Well as it is obviously an imperative part of the shirt making process, I will happily give it to you." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pen. Taking a napkin from a nearby table she wrote down her mobile number and pressed it into his hand. "Call me." she said with a wink as she grabbed her coffee and left the shop. As soon as she was sure she was far enough away she pulled out her mobile.

He's hooked -AH

It took only a few seconds for him to respond.

Good. Now finish the job. -JM

Later that day, Ainsley was studying Clarence's file when her mobile started ringing. She looked at the caller ID and recognized the number as the one from the file.

"Hello?"

"Hey Sarah, It's Clarence."

"Oh, hey." She said. "If you are calling to check up on your shirt, it is nowhere near done."

"Actually," He paused, sounding slightly nervous. "I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me?" he asked uncertainly.

"I would love to!" She responded excitedly.

"Text me your address and I will pick you up at eight." He said with much more confidence.

"And how do you know I am free?" She asked teasingly.

"Are you?"

"No I am afraid I am going on a date with a very nice guy."

"Oh really?" he asked sounding disappointed.

"I am talking about you dummy."

"I knew that."

"So where are we going?"

"It's a surprise!"

"And how should I dress for this surprise?"

"Um, casual."

"Alright.

"I'll see you at eight."

"Can't wait." She replied, hanging up. She quickly typed a text to Jim.

Going on a date tonight at eight -AH

Again it was mere seconds before she got a reply.

Oh I love when things progress faster than planned. -JM

The date was going well. He had been doing his very best to impress Sarah. He had rented out his favorite little restaurant. It was by no means fancy or exclusive, but it was romantic and homely. He had asked the chef to prepare his finest dishes and from what he could tell Sarah was impressed. She seemed to like the small restaurant and the food. He was enjoying himself a lot and imagined going on many more dates with Sarah.

She had him exactly where she wanted him. He had rented out a whole restaurant to impress her. It might not have been a large restaurant, but it did have a certain charm. She listened and laughed with him, she even shared a few anecdotes of her own (they might not have actually happened, but at least she was contributing to the conversation). After dessert was finished he offered to take her home. She agreed, of course, and he paid the bill and they went outside to get a cab.

"This was fun." She said as they waited.

"It was," he paused, turning to face her. "Would it be too soon to ask you out on another date?"

"Well, I haven't even made it home yet." She said lightly moving ever so slightly forward. "I do believe you are supposed to wait until one date is over to plan the next."

"Says who?" He asked, taking a step forward so they were only centimeters apart.

"Oh, you know, people." She responded leaning in so their lips were nearly touching.

"Well screw them, are you busy tomorrow night?" He asked his breath ghosting over her lips.

"Yes. I am going on a date with a very nice guy." She said, pressing her lips to his.