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She was quiet, watching him again. "What do you like for breakfast?" she asked finally.
They walked along with the food booths. Most of them were setting up, but one, a place that sold some sort of pastry, was open.
She watched him, holding her hands behind her back. "...no. I'm sorry I asked."
"Okay, uh... breakfast food?"
She watched his back, her expression stricken. She finally stood up, coming over to him and putting a hand on his back. "Abel... I'm so sorry."
"With what to eat. You choose the first aspect, I'll choose the second aspect."
She frowned, falling back in her seat a little. "Well... no, I just... I don't know. I was just asking..."
"I don't know. Let's compromise."
Her frown deepened as she considered him. "They're involved in your past...? How?"
"I really don't have any preferences, Princess. You're the picky one here."
She frowned, tilting her head. "You're not much older than I am. How do you remember the CWJ?"
"Hm. Fine. Are you hungry?"
"Why are you doing all this? In this way? Your whole life is devoted to this... you could die from it."
"You want to arrest me, princess. It's fine. I get it."
She chuckled against, rubbing her temple with her hand. "Well... Abel, can I ask you why?"
"Uh huh. You're not convincing anyone."
She frowned, raising one eyebrow. She was silent, but urging him to keep talking.
"So you do want me in handcuffs?"
She was quiet for a moment, resting her head on her hand. "What's the plan?" she asked.
He tilted his head, also looking confused. "Because... you're an undercover cop?"
