~(y/n)'s Ooh~

"What are we wasting time here for? Do I have to remind you that I am on a strict 12 hour program? First the throat, then the nose, then the aches and pains." Drix said.

"Yeah, we got it. Real important stuff. Just wait in the car!" Jones said as he and me got out of the car. "Me and (y/n) have some police work to do."

And by police work, he meant get doughnuts.

"Can I have a glazed with the jelly filled nucleus?" Jones asked then he turned to me. "You want anything, (nickname that you hate)?"

"Just get me a (whatever you want)." I said as I got my phone out and dialed a number.

"Brain memory library, can I help you?" the woman on the phone asked.

Jones noticed the guy staring at me so he gave a look and the guy went to work on what we ordered. I rolled my eyes.

"Do you have any information on a 'la muerte rojo?'" I asked.

"Stand by. I'll check, but we're really on sports statistics here." she said.

A few second later, she came back. "Ma'am?"

"Yeah?"

"'La muerta rojo' that's Spanish for 'the red death'" she said.

"T-the red death? W-what the hell does that mean? Some kind of new hot sauce?" I asked, worried.

"You have a nice day." she said and hung up. I put my phone in my pocket.

"So?" Jones asked.

"This is bad." I said.

After we got we ordered, ran back to the car, and got into it.

"Hey Drix! Did you ever hear of the red death?" I asked but he just shook his head.

I rested my head on my hand by the window and wondered.

'What have I gotten into?'

Jones seems to notice this so he turned on the radio. It happened to play my favorite song.

I looked up at the review mirror and gave him a soft smile.

He saw this and smiles back.

I felt my cheeks heat up and I looked back out the window.

Why am I feeling like this? I don't like Jones, do I?