Chapter 2 CIA Spy #2
"I asked you if you wanted a milkshake late last night," I purse my lips, still smiling a little although I'm trying to keep it off my face.
He lets out a deep, quiet scoff bringing his eyes to mine.
I try not to nervously fidget as his eyes run up and down my body as he now realizes I'm the odd girl who asked a stranger to get milkshakes.
He licks the corner of his mouth before meeting my eyes once more. Why was I looking at his mouth? Because I'm odd.
He doesn't say anything, he just walks past me, slightly hitting his shoulder against my temple, nearly knocking me out for a second.
Hey, watch it. Not everyone here is as tall as you mister.
"A little bit of an 'excuse me while I pass you so that I don't knock my shoulder into your temple possibly causing you to be knocked out for point three seconds' would be a little bit more appreciated next time," I poke my temple, making sure it's not more indented than it should be.
I watch his strong, muscular back as he stops in his tracks, his black shirt nearly matching the intricate tattoo sleeve on his arm.
That's so super cool.
He turns back around and I make a 'yikes' face as he steps in front of me, looking directly down at me.
His lips part the slightest bit as he glares down at me, his eyes seemingly traveling all over my face, looking for what? I have no clue.
Maybe I've got coffee on my face. It did splash quite a bit when it fell.
"You're lucky," his deep voice rumbles quietly.
Lucky for what? Last time I checked, my caramel iced coffee was spilled all over the ground.
Actually, he's right. I'm lucky to be conscious and not knocked out.
"Your eyelashes are too long for you're own good," I reply back at him, not necessarily meaning to let my thoughts run out of my mouth.
His glare only deepens.
What a crappy way to take a compliment.
Well, it was kind of a compliment I guess. I sort of insinuated he didn't deserve those eyelashes.
"Not that you don't deserve them," I attempt to save myself. I don't think CIA training videos can save me from him if he really wanted to hurt me.
I can't even successfully run away from my drunken father.
"Did those hurt?" I point at his tattooed arm, changing the subject to lessen the chance of me further embarrassing myself.
He walks away once more. Maybe he's shy.
I quickly pick up my coffee and catch up with him.
"I'm sorry for bumping into you. Or not watching where I was going. Or for not seeing you open the door, and for kinda insulting you," I apologize, keeping up with his long strides to the best of my ability.
He's not getting away from me without an apology.
He only stays silent either ignoring me or...well, he's most likely ignoring me. I don't let that affect me anymore, I've gotten used to it by now.
"Most of the time, when someone apologizes, the person they're apologizing to usually says something like 'it's okay!'" I guide him and he turns his glare back to me. I nearly shrink down at the deadly looks he keeps giving me.
"Why do you keep talking?" he growls out.
One simple reason. There's no one else to talk to. It's now that I realize I don't know his name. He also doesn't know mine.
"What's your name?" I question, tilting my head up to see the side of his face as I trail after him.
He remains quiet. Or he's ignoring my presence. He might've not heard me but for some reason, I think he heard me just fine.
"It's nice to meet you Silence, I'm Azalea," I smile, slightly giggling at my own joke.
I think he thinks my joke is funny because he glances down at me. He doesn't laugh but that's okay.
Mr. Terrip would be proud of me for making such a dad joke.
Maybe his mother told him to not talk to strangers. I should probably take that advice, actually.
I continue to follow his long strides but now, I'm beginning to rethink my decision. He could be leading me to an alley to chop my esophagus out.
"Where are you headed?" I ask in my casualist of voices.
"Away from you," he replies rudely and I push aside the flicker of pain in my heart.
"Would me buying you a milkshake change your mind?" I offer before realizing it sounds like I'm trying to pick him up.
I'm not a pimp, I swear.
He's silent once again.
But he takes a turn and we arrive in front of the greatest milkshake place in all of Tennessee; Momma's Milkshakes.
Just because the name is less than great, doesn't mean the milkshakes are bad.
I crack my knuckles in excitement and I grab the handle to the door.
"Thank you for coming here with me," I tell him as I walk through it, holding it open for him to come in as well.
I turn around to catch his reaction but he's nowhere to be found.
Ouch.
I reopen the door and catch back up with his retreating figure. He could've just told me he didn't want to have a milkshake with me.
"Your manners aren't very good," I place myself in front of his large frame, keeping him from walking any further.
Unlike most people on earth, he doesn't stop walking when I stand in front of him.
He's like a bulldozer.
He walks right into me and to keep my balance, I grab the front of his shirt. His strong, tattooed arm wraps around my waist, keeping me up and pressed against him.
Goodness me.
"How old are you?" his eyes fall to mine and although I've seen their darkness before, it still shocks me.
Old enough to know better than to follow mysterious strangers.
"Nineteen," I mumble and his eyes fall to below my neckline.
"If I get a milkshake with you, will you fuck off?" he questions lowly.
Probably not.
"I will," I nod.
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I hope ya'll enjoyed this chap! Thank you for reading!
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-Ashlyn Montgomery