After going to the infirmary, telling Mr. Neil about everything that happened tonight—about The Circle and the Bird, and us almost getting caught, I can finally go home.
Mr. Neil didn't want me to drive home so I had to ask another agent to give me a ride. I didn't want to bother arguing, not after doing this during all the ride to the agency with Brandon.
I got lucky with my head—let's say it like that. I didn't get a bad concussion or anything, and after a good night of sleep, I'll be completely fine.
Because I really am exhausted. Since the unexpected return of Brandon from the death, it feels like my brain doesn't have a break.
I take a long shower when I get to my apartment. I even take time to put some lotion like almost any normal girl who likes to take care of themselves would do. I don't really take care of myself because, well, I'll get in a fight the next day and there's 90% of chances I'll get some bruises, cuts, or worse.
I have no idea where this sudden need to take care of myself for one night comes from. I put on comfy pajamas, and, wait for it... I put a face mask.
I didn't even know I had that. Probably Britt who somehow gave me this and I forgot about it.
I plop down on my couch and decide to watch a movie or something. I should just go to bed after the night I had but nope.
Maybe my head actually got hit so hard I somehow became even more stupid than I already am. What if now I have feelings?
Yeah. That's funny.
Five minutes after just searching for a good movie to watch, I hear something.
Three knocks at the door.
Alert, I stand up and look at my front door. Who would be here? It's 10:00 P.M, and let's say it, I don't have any friends and don't talk to a lot of people outside the agency.
Throwing my mask away, I take out the gun I hide under the coffee table and walk towards the door.
Well, it seems like I really can't take a break from my normal life.
Carefully, I take a glance through the small hole and my eyes widen in disbelief.
I step away from the door, suddenly tensed, not knowing what to do. I finally shake my head and slowly, I open the door.
Brandon looks up from the floor, his hand in his hair, a shy expression on his face. I drop the gun on the nearest console and frown at him.
"Brandon?" I ask, shaking my head. "What are you doing here?"
"Hey," he says simply, looking behind me in curiosity. A few seconds pass and his eyes meet mine again. "I just—can I come in?"
Frowning, I step away, allowing him to enter my apartment.
My apartment. Brandon is in my apartment.
Now I'm sure of it, something is wrong with my head.
I close the door and turn to face him. He's looking around him, his eyes wandering my tiny but comfy apartment.
"How did you know where I live?" I finally ask, crossing my arms.
Brandon turns to face me. "Garry told me."
Garry. Of course.
He doesn't even seem to notice how bothered I am now. He looks nervous, with the way he keeps running a hand through his brown hair and how his eyes avoid mine.
I raise a brow.
"Brandon, what are you doing here?"
"I wanted to talk to you," he answers simply, dropping his hand from his hair.
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Destroying Love
ActionNo emotions. Do your mission. Don't look back. After the sudden death of her partner and boyfriend, Sophia Montgomery makes the promise to never put work and love in the same equation again. Being an agent at the North Agency where she practically...