Beat You To Death
Her grin vanished as she said, "What do you mean?"
"You look so young, like a girl."
"How old do you think I am?"
"Uhh… twenty? Maybe twenty-one?"
"You were close; I am twenty-eight."
'That is nowhere near close!' Das wanted to say that but held back.
She took out her phone from her purse and called someone. "Hey, yeah. I just sent you an address. Can you come to pick me up?"
She hung up the call and put the phone in her purse. "What's wrong? You look nervous.
"Did you call for a backup?"
"Nope. I called my boyfriend to pick me up."
"..."
"You should scoot from here. He is a jealous type; if he sees me with a young boy in a place like this, I am dead."
"Didn't you say you are here as an undercover?"
"Well," She averted her gaze and said, "I am off duty right now."
"I see. So you are just misusing your powers."
"No, no. Even I have a personal life And personal reasons too."