chapter 12

Midnight

A messy brown hair; mysterious green eyes and a not-so-serious personality moved towards her with a glint of curiosity in his eyes."Give god a call cause I'm seeing his angel down on earth"

He teased in winking eyes and she didn't resist the chuckle that slipped through her lips as she watched him take the seat next to her.

"Hope you are good at leading the way because I keep getting lost in the depths of your deep blue eyes"

"Ohh. I am"

She teased right back; shaking the substance inside the cup that she was holding. He grinned, leaning a bit too close to her sides. "I think something is wrong with my eyes cause it can't seem to take them off of you"

He muttered; again. A glint of something moving along his greens and Bridget was only reminded of wells' presence when he groaned from behind.

"Carl. What are you doing?"

Carl looked behind in loathsome eyes. "Would you mind your business?"

"Technically; it is. You're in my house"

"Nope"

He scuffed. "I'm in the house you bought for your mother"

"Same thing"

He groaned while Carl rolled his eyes. "Can you stop interrupting me?"

He almost snapped at him and wells merely watched him was a pair of annoyed eyes and doing something very funny. He took the seat opposite them; with his cold eyes fixed at their figures.

"Go on. I won't interrupt you anymore"

That didn't sound right.

Carl and Bridget exchanged gazes unconsciously and there was an awkward silence in the atmosphere. Carl cleared his throat; resisting a grit as he muttered. "Forgive me. I mean some people forget their manners when they are around hot people"

He winked; snapping his fingers in the process. "Like you"

Bridget wanted to laugh because you know... but she accidentally tilted her gaze to the left just a little bit and she was spotting the angry face of a lion. The best she could pull off was a tight grin.

"Sooo... what's your name?"

He uttered; trying to wipe away the awkwardness from the area.

"Bridget... Bridget Midnight"

She uttered and she watched him glance at her for a while; saying nothing. "Midnight?"

"That sounds like the assassin..."

He made a pause on that clause causing Bridget to look at him thoughtfully. She figured that he must be wells' workmate. She watched him for sometime, squinting her gaze just a bit at him before drawing her eyes away and emptying the glass of liquor in a space between her lips. She felt the effectiveness of it somewhere within her.

His lips soon spread again in a silly smile. "except that; you're killing me not with a gun but with your beauty"

She laughed because it was funny. He winked for the fifth time already. "Carl Grayson"

"I see"

Her lips formed a small smile. "You're with the agency?"

He was leaning somewhat into the sides of the table next to them. There was a flicker of something along his face. "Oh... yeah"

"Does that ignite your curiosity?"

She laughed again and she thought for one that he deserved an award for his joviality. He was one very interesting guy.

"Yeah. Very much"

She muttered; about to say something else when a guy interrupted the muse; jumping into the discussion without announcement. "What igniting what? Did I miss something?"

There was a small crease of confusion above his brows. Carl didn't appease his puzzlement instead; he was gritting at him. "Austin. What do you want?"

He rested his body in a weird way as he tossed his phone into his back pocket. "The groom is here"

"Kate wants everyone to give him a warm welcome"

Bridget somewhat nodded; not really bothered about anything right now. In fact; she was somewhat exhilarated to see the groom-to-be. She's never being in the midst of two lovers planning to walk down the aisle in less than three weeks. She thought it was a fun event and something she could kill time with while she got on with whatever she came here for. She bounced out of her seat first.

"Great"

She smiled. "Let's go support Kate"

She uttered in a cheerful voice and aside the somewhat annoyed glint in wells's eyes there was something else hanging there as he turned to glance at her. She knew it. He was suspicious of her and more than curious to know what her motives were.

Carl soon stud up too. "Right"

He muttered; Somewhat eyeing the relaxed position of wells on the chair not too far away from them. "Aren't you coming along?"

"To support your mother"

He added dryly; probably an attempt to make him look like a very terrible son. Everyone was glancing at him with their own different expressions.

Bridget on the other hand thought his reluctance was very reasonable. She meant aside all of his unnecessary protective behavior. She could only imagine herself in wells shoes today. Why on earth would the groom be so late for his own pre-wedding party? Everything aside; even that was a terrible put off.

Wells finally rose to his feet. His eyes slowly settling on the distance ahead of them with a crease over his brows. "Let's go meet with the groom. Shall we?"

He muttered in a very dull tone.