Team A. Also known as Matt and Tyler, watched as the other two teams went to their stations. Tyler raised a brow. "We just sit here and do nothing? On our day off? Lame..."

Matt glanced to her. "It's more like waiting." 

She waved him off. "Same difference. We still aren't doing anything." She huffed slightly, crossing her arms as she sat down ungracefully, moving her dress as she did so. The messenger glared down at it for a moment. She hated how long her dress was. It was summer! If she were outside, surely she would sweat to death. "I hate this outfit. I was hoping once I became a messenger, they would give me something other than a dress to wear..." 

The guard sat next to her, leaning back on the wall. "I for one think you look nice in a dress."

She glared at him and his charming smile, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks. "Know it all..." He only chuckled at her remark and pushed up his glasses, knowing that she didn't mean anything by it. She had a tendency to insult his knowledge when he made her embarrassed. A side of her that only he knew.

After a comfortable few minutes of silence and staring at the wall, Matt gazed down at her. She was fidgeting with her dress again. He knew she was going to break at some point...Finally, she snapped. "I...am so totally and ultimately bored. Can your brain think of anything to do while we wait?" That was her limit. Three minutes and forty-two seconds. A new record, he noted.

He thought a moment. "I could go get a game?" She narrowed her eyes. "Knock knock, it's the Déjà Vu Memory Service, they came to remind us that the last time I played games with you, I got so competitive that we stayed up for hours until you let me beat you."

He laughed at the memory. "That was only last week!" 

She gave an enthusiastic nod. "Exactly! If I was that bad last week, think about how bad I'll get this time! Instead of hours, it could take days!"

Matt rolled his eyes. "I would most likely give in much quicker than that. I let the last game last so long because it was fun playing with you." He gave her that same smile. "And I would love to do it again."

She sighed. There he goes, giving her that smile again, making her feel like she would melt. She swore he would be the end of her. When she ends up on the floor like a melted Popsicle, she is going to blame him. "Fine, I'll play with you again. B-but I am going to beat you!" Shoot! She stuttered...a sign of weakness!

He nodded while getting up. "Alright then, I'll go fetch Chess since you're so determined." He threw a slight cocky expression over his shoulder, getting the pleasure of seeing her face diminish into one of fear. Chess was the 'worst-game-in-the-kingdom' in her words. She could never really understand the concept of how the game worked. He left the girl by herself with fearful thoughts of her past attempts of beating him. Little did she know that he was just getting a deck of cards to play Go-fish.