The sky was the most amazing shade of blue she had ever seen, and below her the waves were gently swaying back and forth against the golden sand. It was truly a wondrous sight and she actually felt calm. Closing her eyes, she took a moment to take in the cool breeze brushing against her skin, and the sound of the Bahamian birds singing their song before letting out a cry as she smacked face first into the sand.
Not far behind her the spy landed with much more grace, releasing his parachute he walked on over to her, lifting the large material that had fallen over her form. Alyssa sat up, spitting out the thousands of grains of sand that she had hadn't managed to swallow.
"You could've warned me about the landing." She spat, standing up and brushing herself down. "Ugh, it's going to take days to get all this sand out!" The spy simply gave her a crooked grin, turning away and heading up towards a small hotel located further down the beach. "Is this where we're staying?" Alyssa asked, running after him, her eyes wide with awe.
"You are." He said, stopping to look at her as they reached the entrance to the hotel. "I still have a mission to finish. We've booked you in here for a week, after that you'll be safe to return to wherever you want to finish your vacation. It was nice meeting you, I apologise for disrupting your plans, but your help is very much appreciated."
"And sorry for getting me stabbed"
"And pushing me out a plane!" She wasn't going to let him get away with it that easily. The spy nodded, giving a nasal laugh and a crooked grin.
"Especially for pushing you out of the plane."
"Well, good. I guess this is goodbye then." Nodding, he turned away, heading back up the beach where a plane was landing. "Oh, now you land it!" She yelled in mock annoyance after his retreating form, though gaining no other response from him than a small wave before shutting the door and taking off into the sky.
Sitting up in her hotel room, Alyssa blew out a heavy breath, it had been 3 days since her little adventure and she hadn't heard anything from her mysterious former sailor former banker now a spy man. She hadn't expected him to come running to her, but it would've been nice if he'd let her know how the mission went. After all, was he dead, or on another mission in Arabia or soaking in a Jacuzzi with a load of gorgeous models? She supposed it didn't matter either way, well, unless he was dead of course, she wouldn't want that at all!
Getting up, she walked over to her room's balcony, leaning against the edge and stared up at the night sky. The sound of someone clearing their throat caught her attention, making her glance down and widen her eyes in disbelief.
"What are you doing back here?" She asked, staring down at the very man she had been thinking about just moments before. He wasn't dead and he wasn't in Arabia, here was here! Alyssa darted her eyes about the beach for a moment, nope, no models. She could hardly believe it.
"The mission was a success, I thought you might want to know."
"Oh…" Alyssa smiled, attempting not to sound too disappointed about his reason. "That's good, I'm glad it all worked out for you." The spy nodded, saying nothing and creating an awkward silence between the two until Alyssa got built up the courage to say something else. "So, is that it?"
"Actually no." He began, looking to the sandy floor. "I've been thinking about you. A lot, actually."
"Oh?" Alyssa said, try to fight back a blush. This was just like a fairytale, where the man would call up to his new-found love and she would gaze down at him from her balcony, and there he would declare his eternal love for her. She gave a faint sigh at the thought of this before realising how fat she must look to him from that angle. "Stay there!"
"Uh…okay." Blinking, he watched as Alyssa disappeared from the balcony. Quickly running to check herself in the mirror, Alyssa hurried down the steps, begging herself not to trip and die and ruin the most romantic moment in her life.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh my God. Okay, stay calm; catch your breath…She told herself, stepping out on to the beach towards her spy man. "You were saying?" She asked, gazing up at him and pretty sure he could her heart thumping against her chest.
"Would you like to - "
"YES!" She bellowed, her face suddenly becoming bright red as she turned away from him, her hands trying to hide her embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I can't believe I just - I shouldn't just assume things. I'm such an idiot!" She stood there like that what seemed like forever, keeping her eyes closed as the silence overtook. Agh, Alyssa you idiot. See, this is why you are still single at the age of twenty sev - four. She muttered to herself in thought.
"So, how about now then?" Alyssa bit her lip, slowly turning to face him, but not being able to bear looking up at him.
"For a meal? You said yes, now is as good a time as any. You do want to, don't you?" He asked, arching his brow and giving her one of his arrogant but sexy grins.
"Y…yes, of course. I'd love to!" With her face gradually returning to its natural colour, she let out a small laugh, "I can't believe I just assumed you was asking me out, you must think I'm so conceited."
"Well, you assumed right." He said, holding out his arm for her to take. "Shall we?" Nodding, she took his arm as he led her down the beach, ahead of them a helicopter hovered with a ladder hanging down, ready to take them away. A wave of happiness ran through Alyssa, she had never felt like this before and it was absolutely amazing. A dream come true.
"By the way," she said, looking up at him, "...what's your name?"