“A simple smile, a tender touch, speaks the true language of love.”
- Dan Fogelberg
In Three’s bar, a basket of apples lay on the counter that carefully separated Agent Three and Croft. Three was an attractive British man wearing an open shirt and tight shorts. Confidently admiring Croft’s disfigured face, he offered her an apple. Croft brushed off his offering with a sardonic glance at his wedding ring.
“Come on,” Three said “you are in a non-exclusive relationship. For all you know, I might have an open marriage.”
After another moment of deliberation, Croft accepted the apple. In response, Three turned his attention back to the bar to show Croft that he was not desperate. A loud snore broke the silence. Both of the people turned around to look at Petra who was curled up in a booth, asleep. Petra cuddled her portable drill to her chest lovingly. Her hearing aid lay forgotten on the table.
“I have to predict when she will have a nap,” Croft said as she slowly peeled her apple. “I have to take the batteries out. If I do not, then she will have a rude awakening.”
“Did you predict right this time?” Three asked, leaning forward.
Croft smiled. She put down the apple and reached into her pocket to pull out two batteries before saying, “I did.”
“Your foresight is impressive,” Three said, making sure to compliment Croft’s specific ability. He raised an eyebrow seductively. “What else do you use it for?”
Croft shrugged after she met Three’s eyes. They looked at each other for a few seconds before Three returned to his work. Croft resumed peeling her apple.
“Do you use this skill on Voltaire?” Three asked, raising his chin. “You seem to work closely with him. Do you have a crush?”
“Do you?” Croft asked as she met Three’s challenge.
“I might,” Three said. “I’ll tell, if you go first.”
“Yes,” Croft said. “… yes, I use my foresight on Voltaire. No, I do not feel attracted to that man.”
“Yes,” Three said, leaning forward. “However, if you do not like the man then you do not have to continue to be in his presence.”
“Voltaire is useful,” Croft said. “There is always room in my life for efficiencies. But I must be prudent. Efficient men can be dangerous.”
“Is danger a good thing?” Three asked, touching Croft’s hand that was holding the peeled naked apple as she examined her dirty knife discreetly.
“No,” Croft said as she put down the apple and refused to eat it.
Voltaire walked into the nearly empty bar, tapping his cane with a hood over his head. He was wearing work gloves, boots, and a scarf over most of his invisible face. Voltaire found the counter and walked over to it. He greeted Croft who offered him Three’s apple. Voltaire refused and turned to Three.
Disclaimer: This is an original story that is not based on any real people or events. It is a work of fiction that is purely for your entertainment.