forum Spies One-On-One (Closed)

Started June 07, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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“Good. Okay. Where were we? Do you want to quiz me now?” Anya asked.

"Sure, I'll quiz you," Spencer agreed. He looked thoughtful for a moment before asking, "So how has your fiancé been?"

Anya sighed, “Mike- Michael- and I, we were engaged…. but…. well, we had to break it off,” Anya-as- Leslie murmered sadly. “It just… it was too fast, you know? We just…. I thought…. well, I guess we weren’t ready.”

Spencer frowned. "Oh, I'm so sorry. If I may ask, did something happen between the two of you?"

“Not… not really, it was just… well, he’s committed to his work, you know, like I am, and we…. we thought we could build a family up, you know? Around that. But we… we stepped back, looked at the bigger picture… no kids want to grow up like that…. and Mike just got promoted, so he’s working longer hours than ever….” Leslie sighed, a tear trickling down her cheek. “I just… just thought we could make it work.”

//aww ok byeee i have swim rn too :)

Spencer reached out to wipe the tear from her face, then realized what he was doing and pulled back. He cleared his throat before continuing.

"I'm so sorry," he repeated. "I heard you had already bought a house to live in, too, correct?"

“Yes, a two-bedroom, two-bathroom condo,” Leslie nodded, tears flowing freely. “It had a- had a beautiful bay window…. in the kitchen…”

"It sounds like it would have been a lovely starter home," Spencer said softly. "Where was it?"

“Upstate,” Leslie choked out. “Had a…. a lovely view of a pond….”

Spencer coughed awkwardly. Anya was very convincing in her role, so much so that he actually pitied her a lot.

"Well, I think we've done enough, now. What about you?" he asked.

“I think I’m good,” Anya said, voice clear and face devoid of tears. “You?”

"Yeah, I think I'm good," Spencer agreed, nodding.

(I've actually gtg, sorry!)

//awww byeeeeee tty tm

“Good. Remember: Carolina.” Anya said as they landed in a deserted field just outside of the city. They got in the black US Gov issue suburban and drove towards the city, leaving the Quinjet behind as it shimmered into cloaking mode.

//that ok?

//ok. Have fun….?

(Lol.
Yeah, that was fine.)

Spencer stayed quiet the entire ride to the White House, taking in the sights. You'd think, being a spy and all, that he would have been to Washington, D.C. at least once in his life, but nope. Somehow, he had never been there. So he looked out the window for the whole ride taking in the sights and trying to memorize street names.

“Central Plaza,” Anya said, leaning over Spencer to point out the window. “That grand building. Meeting place for several of the more sophisticated street gangs hereabouts.”

"Good to know," Spencer replied, making sure to get a good look at the place. They just might need that information later.

“Yeap,” Anya said, leaning back. “You excited?”

Spencer flashed her a quick grin before turning back to the window. After her performance earlier, he felt a bit awkward around Anya. Why did he have to be so awkward? Normally, he could talk to girls, but something was different with her.

He mentally shrugged off his thoughts and turned back to face Anya again.

"Of course. Aren't you?" he asked, still smiling, though it was a bit more forced this time.

“Nah. I try not to be. Especially because… well, being excited for potential assassination doesn’t seem right,” Anya shrugged. “At the beginning I was, though.” She smiled at Spencer.

She has a nice smile.

Whoa. Where had that thought come from?

Spencer blinked a couple of times before responding. "Yeah, possible assassination isn't fun… But seeing new places and getting to be a new person is."