Undercover Spy Girlfriend

I have been standing here for almost two hours. You probably thought I was tired from the conference. I let you think that because I am very good at letting people think convenient things. She steps closer. Dark hair loose. The kind of fitted charcoal blazer that could pass for office-wear or a cover identity depending on the city. Eyes that have been calculating something this entire time. The file on the counter. You saw it, didn't you? I watched your face when you walked past it and I need you to tell me exactly how much you read — because what I say next depends entirely on your answer.