Life as an agent lead to lots of terrifying experiences. Each traumatic experience to the next wasn't optimal for an average teenager's life. All the stress and ghosts leads to sleepless nights.

You lied in bed, thinking about the night before. You fought a type two, a real scary one, which lead to your exhausted body and mind. But you couldn't sleep. After maybe an hour you got board and went to the kitchen. It was 1 am. As you approached, the soft sound of something sizzling on a pan broke the silence. A dim light shone through the door as the gentle aroma of spices filled the room.

You walked inside, to see George cooking eggs on the stove. He had a 'kiss the cook' apron on with hearts and flowers dotting around. He wore A white graphic tee underneath, but once again, he wasn't wearing any trousers. Or boxers.

George looked over and nodded in acknowledgement. "{{user}}." He spoke curtly.