So today has had some ups and downs.
On the down side I had to talk to the investigation team again, during which they implied that I’m either an evil mastermind or just really incompetent. (Fun times.)
On the up side I found a pair of size 10 jeans that I can actually crowbar myself into. (Size f**king 10!) I also bought new ear muffs which, I am not afraid to admit, I am wearing right now (my ears are toasty.)
Katie, William and Stanley are getting in tonight, the mission was successful; Stanley was able to recover the files they were after. They’ll be taken to another office tomorrow for analysis. (I guess our people only know about pharmaceuticals that are truth serums or tranquilisers.)
Michael was still in a pretty fowl mood today so I made him some coffee and got him a yum yum on my lunch break. (Am very proud I did not eat said pastry on my way back to office.) We had a nice chat and I think I may have helped a little. At least I hope I did.
A few minutes later I was walking down a corridor and Daniel came out of nowhere and pulled me aside. He told me I should be careful, that Michael was off active duty for a reason and we still don’t know if he’s cured or not. After a back and forth about me being able to make those kinds of judgement calls myself I was getting a bit grumpy and snapped at him. I told him that it seemed strange that someone who kills people for a living would be lecturing me on who to trust.
He asked if that’s why I’m nervous around him, because I don’t trust him. I tried to deny being nervous but he started reciting examples, I got flustered and said “It’s cause sometimes it feels like your flirting.” That stopped him for a second before he said “I am.” All I could hear was the sound of my brain screaming so “Mmm?” was really all I could get out, he replied “I am flirting with you.” I stood there a little catatonic for a second before Director Moore interrupted us and asked to see Daniel. He walked off and I tried to make my legs move.
I kind of wish I didn’t know he was flirting. A crush is harmless when it’s a one sided delusion (which to be honest most of my relationships are) but the possibility of…nonononono. No. (I am not thinking about this.)
I am going to pretend to make an attempt at tidying my flat then I am going to order pizza and I am going to fall asleep watching a film (one without any spies of any kind.)
