Sarah was pushed out of the room by a few hands and before she could turn around the door was loudly shut.
"Great! Just great!"
- Hey! Why did you have to do that! – she turned to John, who had already made a sign to his sidekicks to leave the two of them alone.
- What do you mean? – asked he with a not caring expression.
- Why did you pretend you don't know me!?
- Correct me if I'm wrong but you did the same just now.
He wasn't wrong though.
- Just answer me.
- Knowing me will just blow off your cover sweetheart.
- My cover? What are you talking about?
"Sh*t! He is suspecting me already!"
- Don't even try. I'm not stupid and you know it.
- Fine! I'm indeed here with purpose, but how did you find out?
- Are you doubting your childhood best friend?
It was true. They were close friends when they were children and still kept in touch from time to time, but never did Sarah go in detail about her job when talking to him.
Their acquaintance began when they were still toddlers. Back then she was only four and he was five. His family just happened to be neighbors with her grandfather, with whom she lived up until the age of seven, when her parents finely decided she was old enough not to fail them with her child innocence and bragging.
Those were probably some of her best memories, when she was with her grandpa, playing outside.
One day a boy climbed over the fence and landed right in the feet of the little girl who was learning how to garden.
- Who are you? – asked she.
- Shhh! My parents are arguing again. – the boy looked up to meet the eyes of the little Sarah with his. This was John, the same John who now was in the hall of National Academy Preotkrivane, looking at the all grown up child the exact same way he did back then.
- Then why are you here?
- If they see I'm missing, they will stop shouting and will go searching for me.
- But why don't you just tell them you don't like it when they argue?
- They are not listening!
- Why? – Sarah really couldn't understand fully what was going on. She had been used to her calm grandfather who had never raised his voice on her.
- Old people! They never do what I tell them!
- Even if you are right?
- Even if I'm right!
- But if you are right, why don't they listen to you?
- Because they only see me as someone who is too young to be listened to.
- Who are you talking to? – the voice of Sarah's grandfather came from within the house.
- My new friend! – answered she.
- Your new friend? – his head showed outside so that his eyes can see who that friend was. – Oh, hello Johnny!
- Hello Mr. Ja! How are you today?
- Very good, very good! – Sarah's grandpa giggled – Thank you for your concern little gentleman! Are your parents fighting again?
- Yes. So I decided to come here and make them think I have disappeared.
- You know each other? – Sarah was confused.
- We do. His name is John and lives next door.
- Nice to meet you John! I'm Sarah!
- Nice to meet you Sarah!
From that moment on, every time John's parents had an argument, which was not that rare, the little boy went over the fence and played with her. They became quite close, but as every good thing, this had its end as well and it was the divorce his mother and father had. Because of it John had to leave the city and move with his mum to another one.
A year later Sarah was also taken away by her parents and all the traces of the past were gone.
They only met at the funeral of her grandpa and exchanged contacts so that they can remember how happy they were back then, when they were still too little and too innocent.
And here were they now. Finely facing each other after seven years.
- No, but it's just a bit strange. – said Sarah.
- Well, am I not allowed to have information?
- You are, but…
- Don't worry your little brain with this. – John smiled a bit and pat Sarah on the head.