"Morning gorgeous! Scrambled or fried?" He asked as delicious smells rose from the kitchen.
"Any I don't mind." She grumbled.
"Sleep well?"
"No."
"How come?"
"Nightmare."
"Want to talk abou-"
"I'm fine." she cut in.
They ate their eggs in silence and tension hung in the air.
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Fabrication
RomanceIt's 1942, German spy and British spy assigned to liquidate one another they fall in love. Do they elope and run away or finish their assignments?
