𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 | 𝐔𝐏𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐓

yesterday you had woken happily in your apartment, and less than 24 hours later, you lay in a dingy hotel bed, investigating a possible killer who’d escaped to estonia from a flying club in country england. and, to top it off, your undercover persona, “maria benson”, was possibly the most boring person you’d ever heard of.

your “fiancé”, the journalist “jonathan walker”, or as you knew him, your insufferable coworker river cartwright, lay asleep beside you, thin hotel blankets pulled up to his chin. he looked quite peaceful like this.

you pulled the thin sheets further over your shoulder, shielding yourself from the harsh sun streaming through the window. you did not feel like dealing with undercover personas, judgemental country folk, or the obnoxiously flirty bartender today.