Page 60 of Eternal
The sky looks good today.
It’s like the ones we would watch back then after our missions. Vlad used to say it looked like the sun was blushing because the moon was coming. He was stupidly romantic. Oleg was a romantic too. I can’t even miss them, because I always see them in the sky.
And today, it’s beautiful. Bright, but not too much, yellowish and sweet, like the end of my cigarette.
I stood next to my bike, smoking as I waited for her. I had my helmet hanging loosely in one hand, while I looked out across the compound gates.
She was late.
Or maybe I was really early.
Military habits probably.
The sound of a bike roaring to life cut the atmosphere, and I could feel the vibration in my chest before I even saw her. She came into view, really fast and aggressive, the engine of her bike screaming through the empty street.
Fucking hot.
She took the turn into the lot, leaning low into the curve, and I couldn’t help but watch, my cigarette halfway to my lips. When she pulled up next to me, the engine cut off, and the first thing I noticed was the look on her face.
She didn’t smile.
Didn’t acknowledge me at first.Of course. Instead, she took off her helmet with that same damn coldness I’d seen earlier. But as soon as her eyes locked onto mine, something changed.
“Late,” I said, tossing my cigarette to the ground and crushing it underfoot.
She raised an eyebrow, looking back at me, “Oh I didn't see you there. Hi.”
“Is that your way of asking me to forgive you?” I said approaching her.
“And for what reason should I beg for your pardon?” She replied, her head turning toward me.
I huffed a laugh, shaking my head. “For being late.”
She then brushed past me, not even sparing me a glance. “Check your watch.”
I glanced at it, the tension in my jaw tightening when I saw she was exactly on time.
She glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “You waited for me outside, didn’t you? Kinda cute.”
She looked good. Damn fucking good.
I fell into step beside her, I couldn’t help but watch her silhouette.
“We don’t even know what the mission is yet, do we?” I asked, breaking the silence.
She didn’t look at me but replied in a low, almost bored tone, “We’ll find out when we get inside.”
“You’re awfully calm,” I said, letting my gaze drift over her. “I expected a little... tension.”
She glanced at me sharply, her eyes narrowing like I’d insulted her. “You think I get nervous? I’ve been doing this alone before you, Damir.”
A slow smile spread across my face, genuine and a little smug. “I remember you being nervous when I approached you at the party. So yeah, I know for a fact you do, Voron.”
“I should’ve killed you then. You’re annoying,” she said, almost smiling.
It’s funny, she indirectly threatened me, yet here she is, looking cute with a splash of pink across her face. A killer and a blush don’t usually mix, but on her, it’s almost unfair how tender it looks.
We entered the complex together and went upstairs to meet Viktor and Katarina in his office.
