"This is delicious." I commented as I took a bite of the chicken burger.

"Thank you. Did you make any progress?"

After dinner last night I decided to watch a movie with Breton, a movie that he recommend, IT. A bunch of kids trying to take down a clown which kidnaps kids. Richie is my favourite.

"Still can't figure out what's his grudge with the royal family, they've never done anything that would affect his business."

"Try to look at a personal point of view."

"That's going to be difficult because I don't know anything about the royal family, well except that you gave me on them."

"I wanted to give you something."

"What is it?"

"Thought you might need a new phone, a smart phone. This is the latest version." And he handed me a purple iPhone.

"I don't think an average defence lawyer can afford to give me a first class plane ticket and an expensive phone."

"Actually, I'm the managing partner of a firm." And he took a sip of his coffee.

"Oh, that explains it all." I chuckled in response.

"I have to go back to Singapore in three days, I need to know where are you planning to go."

"I'll be going to Madrid. Hopefully in some magical way I can do all this by myself." I suddenly thought about there's no way I would have made it this far without him.

"I believe you can do it. So, you're meeting him in the afternoon?" Breton raised his eyebrows at me.

"Yes I am and that's the third time you've mentioned it."

"It's just nice to see to interact with someone else and not have your mind thinking about this all the time."

"Yeah yeah whatever, I'm going to go to my room now."

I stood up from my chair with my cup of raspberry tea in my hand and my new iPhone in my other hand. I started transferring my information from my old phone to the new iPhone, which one consists of two contact numbers, Breton and the unknown 'friend'.

I also just had realised that the 'friend' had not texted me since... Viktor's death. That's because nothing has happened since he died. I've not made any progress regarding the mission.

I kept on staring at the files in front of me and discovered that the investigation has stopped. There's no way the police would just stop investigating someone who destroyed two of the private houses that belonged to the royal family. Unless they didn't want them to. They have a grudge against felon as much as felon does with them. I just can't figure out why.

Suddenly, I heard a horn followed by another. I looked out the window and saw Javier waiting for me in his car. I quickly grab my phone and wallet, ran out the door before Breton bombard me with any questions.

"Hey there." He has rolled down the windows and I can see him smiling at me, his dimples showing.

"Hi." I opened the door and went in.

"Are you ready for another tour, Miss?"

"All ready, Mr. Where to?"

"It's a surprise. I'll only say it'll take a while to get there."

"Fine. Can you turn on the classical music you played yesterday?"

"Sure."

The classical music started playing and I looked out of the windows, suddenly felt a vibration from my pocket. I took out my phone and saw that it's a message from the 'friend'.

'Friend?': You doing alright?

Me: I've been better. I've heard that felon has a grudge against the Spain royal family, still can't crack it.

'Friend?': I've heard about the two incidents which he caused. Maybe it's just business?

Me: But the police stopped investigating, something doesn't add up.

'Friend?': If your gut says it's fishy, I'll help u look into it as well. In the mean time, remember to stay low, felon has obviously heard about his warehouse in Thailand being bombed into pieces.

"Who are you texting?"

"Just someone. You know about the private houses of the Spain royal family that were destroyed?"

"Yeah... what about that?" He seems uncomfortable answering the question.

"You happen to know why the police stopped investigating?" I asked.

"How the hell would I know?" He raised his voice.

I kept quiet. Did I say something wrong? Does he dislike the royal family? What do I say now?

"I-I'm sorry, I just, one of the private house was near to where I live. It was late that night, and I saw these masked people getting out of the house and into a van. I was scared out of my mind, hoping they don't see me."

"Oh I'm sorry you had to go through that. I'm just glad there you weren't seen." He turned to face me and we made eye contact for a second before he turn back to focus on the road.

"You leaving in a few days?" He asked, changing the topic.

"Yeah, probably the day after tomorrow. You?"

"Tomorrow, going back to Madrid. As much as I love it here, I miss my friends and family." Can't relate, don't have any of that.

"Oh please tell me how your parents met, I love to hear those stories."

"It's a good one. Kind of cliché, but still makes your heart melt. My parents first met at an engagement party, spent practically the whole night talking at the fire escape as both of them didn't really want to be there. My mom had just found out her long time boyfriend had cheated on her and my grandma had just passed away. At that time, both of them had lost someone they loved and managed to found light within each other, cheesy I know."

"As cheesy as it is, it's still a wonderful love story. I mean, they had you."

"What do you want your love story to be like?"

I honestly don't know, have romantic feelings for someone is not something I had prioritised my entire life. At first it was about trying to get someone to adopt me, then it was surviving the evil-hearted foster dad and when I finally had somewhat at a chance of a normal life, the universe was not on my side and Nikita had cancer, bringing me to how I started at first, all alone.

"What going on in that mind of yours now?" Javier teased me.

"Just thinking... And I honestly don't know, I mean it doesn't matter how I want it to be like. Every love story has its own ups and downs, as long as everything works out in the end, I'm okay with that. What about you? Ever been in love?"

"Nope. I guess with and I'm quoting you now, being 'good looking'-" I nudge him on the shoulder "-and your family having money distracts people from seeing who I am on the inside, and not the outlooks which I have. That kind of caused me to become more reserved in falling for people and also the pressure from my parents being the only child to have grandkids for them in the future."

"I think you're a nice person."

"Because I'm good looking?" He smirked.

"I swear if you tease me one more time with that..." I glared at him.

"You're cute when you're mad." And quickly looked away from me.

I looked out of the windows, seeing a cabin not too far from us.

"I booked it for the day. What time you have to be back?"

"Before midnight." I hope Breton wouldn't mind me coming back so late, I really enjoy Javier's company.

He stopped the car right in front of the cabin and opened the door. I got out of the car too, following suit behind him. He typed in a password in the keypad and the door opened.

Woah. It sure looks very cozy. There's a fire burning at the fireplace, the whole cabin now smells of wood. There're twinkle lights dripping down from the walls and a Christmas tree in the corner of the living room. Suddenly I'm feeling very festive because of the decorations and I don't even celebrate Christmas.

"Make yourself comfortable, I'll go get drinks." Javier walked into the kitchen and I sat on the sofa, switching on the tv.

"There's coke and fanta orange."

"I don't like soda. Water will be fine."

He sat beside me on the sofa and handed me my water. He took the remote control from my hands and switch the channel to the sports channel.

"You okay with watching basketball?" He asked.

I have never watch sports on tv but I guess I could give it a try.

"Yeah sure."

Turns out I've no interest in sports as I fell asleep while watching. I woke up on the sofa with Javier sitting beside me.

"Not a sports fan, I see."

"Yeah..." I sat up straight and faced him.

"I ordered pizza while you were sleeping, should be here any minute."

As if on cue, the door bell rang. He stood up from the sofa and walks towards the door.

I laid back on the sofa when I heard a gunshot.