“Jensen?” Wendy said as Jensen came from out of the backroom. “Can you take this order over to the table in the corner? I need to refill the decaf pot. Thanks, mate.”
Nodding, Jensen replied, “Sure, no problem.” His gaze went to the corner table. Well, hey. He smiled. Coffee and Scone Guy was cute. Really cute. Or, well, okay, if the back of his head was anything to go by, he was really cute. But still. He smiled to himself, looking forward to the bright spot of a hot guy on a shitty, picked up the plate and coffee cup, and got ready to walk over. And then Coffee and Scone glanced his way.
Jensen’s stomach bottomed out. Fuck. He knew that guy. It was the journalist from the Blanchard Op, a mission that had sent them to hunt down a dick American who was operating in India as a drug smuggler. Turned out the dude was into human trafficking too and Shaun had been investigating into it. Fuck fuck fuck. When the fuck had his life turned into a comedy of errors and why had no one told him? Here he was living under-fucking-cover and there was one of the very few people who could identify him as not Jensen McClane.
Sighing to himself, Jensen picked up the plate and coffee cup and headed for the table. “Hey,” he said. “Here’s your order.”
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Date: 2014-09-16 10:29 pm (UTC)Nodding, Jensen replied, “Sure, no problem.” His gaze went to the corner table. Well, hey. He smiled. Coffee and Scone Guy was cute. Really cute. Or, well, okay, if the back of his head was anything to go by, he was really cute. But still. He smiled to himself, looking forward to the bright spot of a hot guy on a shitty, picked up the plate and coffee cup, and got ready to walk over. And then Coffee and Scone glanced his way.
Jensen’s stomach bottomed out. Fuck. He knew that guy. It was the journalist from the Blanchard Op, a mission that had sent them to hunt down a dick American who was operating in India as a drug smuggler. Turned out the dude was into human trafficking too and Shaun had been investigating into it. Fuck fuck fuck. When the fuck had his life turned into a comedy of errors and why had no one told him? Here he was living under-fucking-cover and there was one of the very few people who could identify him as not Jensen McClane.
Sighing to himself, Jensen picked up the plate and coffee cup and headed for the table. “Hey,” he said. “Here’s your order.”