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"Can I get a translation of that please?" He asks with a little laugh and a slight smile.

"Sorry my brain goes into auto drive when I'm tired and I come out with the weirdest shit..." I lean back in the chair and rub my eyes, they were starting to feel sore from sitting in front of a computer screen for so long.

He nods and turns back to the machine. "You don't say" he flips some switches and the screen on the face on the machine lights up. All I see is a load of different icons but he obviously knows what it's for. "What do you usually drink when you want to stay awake?" He doesn't look at me as his finger glides across the screen, changing what appeared on it every second or so.

"Uhhh" I sit up on the chair and watch him. "(Favourite hot/cold tea/coffee)"

He chooses what I said (at least I think he did) and not long after the machine comes to life."Classy...I like it"

Dozens of different noises come from the machine, turning the previously quiet and cosy atmosphere to a noisy one. "Pfft how is it classy?" I chuckle and speak over the noises making sure that he hears me.

After the last bit of milk was dispensed into the cup he picked it up, walked over to me and handed the cup over. "I was being sarcastic sweetheart" he winked at me and then walked back over to the machine to get himself a drink. Meanwhile I, just sat there staring at my drink with a pink hue spread out all over my face and my eyes had reached a new limit of how far wide they could go. My heartbeat had become irregular at the memory of him calling me 'sweetheart'. It's a cute nickname and all but what the heck?! I've never felt like this when someone called me that in the past so why now?! "So~" he draws out the word as he makes his way back over to me and sits on the spare desk to my right. "You discovered all of our bases I see?" I don't respond verbally, all I do is nod and take a sip of my drink. It's the voice, it's definitely the voice! Why he gotta be so fine?! "You wondering why our HQ is in London?"

It seems that he didn't notice the effect the nickname had on me so I took a deep breath and managed to gain some courage to start speaking again. "Yeah I am actually"

"If this place ever gets raided they won't be able to access our most confidential files and trade deals with other groups" he takes a big gulp of his coffee and sets the cup down next to him. "We are always informed when a raid is about to happen so we shut down our whole system here and then flee the building to our other nearest safe house" I was shocked at how well prepared they were. My dad would just show up all guns blazing and mow down the motherfuckers but these guys are different, they have strategy and make sure each plan is carried out the way it was discussed or written down.

"Smart" is all I say before drinking some more.

"Hm?"

"I said it's smart, I much prefer that approach then what my dad does..." I roll my eyes at the mention of that godforsaken man and put my cup down next to his, having finished it and all. "I don't even know why I still call him that...the bastard killed my mum and lied to me my whole life" I chatter my teeth on the edge of my nail without actually biting into it and ripping it off.

He clears his throat, directing my attention to him. "Think of it this way" he clasps his hands together. "Because of what he has done and what you've been through you are who you are today" I look at him confused and raise an eyebrow which causes him to sigh. "You're strong, you're independent, you're quick-witted and you've got one hell of a brain on you" I laugh at the last part. It's kinda funny when he loses his sense of formality I think before quietly thanking him. "Don't worry about it" he stands up and waves me Goodnight before walking out of the room, leaving me alone with my rambling thoughts. He is one strange and unpredictable guy but he's great at keeping a conversation...what else do I need to- Ah! I remember!