A spy

MESSIAH JORDY'S POV

Seeing Arlo standing there plunged me into another nervous wreck. His silver hair was sleek and falling to his face. His black tux gave him a darker aura and his pose screamed authority. I could smell the alluring scent of his aftershave and it put my insides in a frenzy. I would have opted to feel him close and run my fingers through his hair if the air between us didn't seem so tense.

The sidewalk was quiet with almost no one walking on it. It was a good thing though, 'cause I wouldn't want passersby eavesdropping on our conversation.

I took slow steps to meet him and he turned and started walking ahead. I followed him quietly, as we left Gamma Micah's area.

We walked a few more blocks before we got to some random convenience store. He went to one of the tables and pulled out a seat for me. I sat and he sat on the opposite seat.

"You want anything?" He asked in a cold tone, sending chills down my spine.

"Nah. I'm good." I shook my head, keeping my gaze lowered.