George woke up early with a start, the first rays of dawn filtering through her curtains. She glanced at the clock and sprung into action, determined not to be late for work. Her morning routine was a well-oiled machine: a quick shower, dressed in her uniform, and then down to the dining room for breakfast.
George was again at the table of her favorite fast food chain which was already set with her favorite dishes, and she wasted no time digging in. The savory aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of warm pastries, creating a comforting atmosphere that helped to wake her up fully. As she indulged in her meal, savoring every bite, her thoughts drifted briefly to the day ahead.
Suddenly, the familiar tone of her phone interrupted her reverie. Tuck's face flashed on her face, surprising her. She swallowed hastily and answered him.
"Hey, I found you," Tuck's voice came through, slightly amused. "This is weird because you didn't like this before. Anyways, we are tasked to patrol at the market today."
George blinked, processing the information as she chewed another mouthful of food. Tuck's observation about her breakfast habits amused her momentarily, but the mention of their assignment snapped her back to attention. Patrol duty at the market—it was an important task, requiring vigilance and quick thinking.
She glanced at the clock again, realizing time was ticking. With her mouth still partially full, she managed a nod of acknowledgment. Words were momentarily difficult, but she quickly composed herself.
"Got it," George finally replied, her voice clear despite the food. "I'll be there."
Tuck chuckled lightly. "Finish your breakfast first. See you at the station."
Tuck leave and George resumed eating with renewed focus. Today was shaping up to be an interesting day, and she was determined to start it right—full of energy and ready for whatever challenges awaited at the market.
As George and Tuck began their patrol at the bustling market, they quickly fell into their roles. Tuck, with his easygoing demeanor and talkative nature, engaged in casual conversations with vendors and passersby. His friendly banter and jokes earned him smiles and nods from the locals, adding a light-hearted touch to their patrol.
Meanwhile, George adopted a different approach. She mirrored Roguee's soft-spoken mannerisms and calm demeanor, observing everything with a keen eye. Unlike her own turbulent past, where she had often been on the run from the law due to her criminal activities, today she relished the opportunity to be on the other side. Now, she wore the uniform proudly, enjoying the sense of authority and responsibility that came with it.
They strolled through the market, their presence reassuring to the merchants and shoppers alike. George kept her senses sharp, scanning the crowd for any signs of suspicious activity. It was a role she had never imagined herself in—a protector rather than a fugitive. The irony wasn't lost on her, and a small smile played on her lips as she watched Tuck interact effortlessly with the community.
As they rounded a corner, Tuck nudged her gently. "Hey, you're doing great, Roguee as always," he remarked, flashing her a supportive grin with a blushed smile.
George nodded in acknowledgement, a sense of fulfillment settling over her. Today, she wasn't running from the police; she was part of the team chasing down those who threatened the peace. It was a refreshing change—one she embraced wholeheartedly as they continued their patrol through the lively market, united in their mission to uphold justice.
As midday approached, the vibrant atmosphere of the market began to transition. Vendors started packing up their stalls, while customers hurriedly completed their purchases before the lunchtime rush. George and Tuck found themselves near a small café nestled on a corner, where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling food wafted temptingly through the air.
Tuck turned to George with a casual grin. "Hey, same old time?" he asked, nodding towards the café.
George hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with thoughts. She had no idea what Tuck meant by "same old time," but she found herself unable to refuse. It seemed Tuck had a routine or tradition they followed, perhaps something familiar to him and now to her twin, Roguee.
"Sure," George replied with a slight nod, masking her uncertainty behind a composed facade.
They entered the café together, finding a cozy corner table where they settled in comfortably. Tuck ordered their usual—coffee and a light meal for lunch—while George took a moment to observe their surroundings. The café was bustling with activity, yet somehow, in this moment of relative calm, she felt a pang of curiosity.
Tuck glanced at her over the rim of his coffee cup, breaking the silence. "You seem lost in thought," he remarked casually.
George shrugged nonchalantly, though inwardly, her mind was racing. She was delving deeper into the life of her twin, Roguee, a path she hadn't expected to tread. Yet, here she was, following in Roguee's footsteps, uncovering aspects of her twin's world that were both familiar and foreign.
As they enjoyed their meal, George resolved to unravel the mystery further. She had no choice but to discover the significance behind Tuck's words, to understand why he had reached out to her and why Roguee had kept this connection hidden. It was a journey she hadn't planned for, but one she now embraced with determination and a growing sense of intrigue.
George scanned the menu at the café, her eyes settling on a tempting choice: a waffle drizzled with hazelnut and chocolate sauce, accompanied by a rich cup of hot chocolate. It was a departure from Roguee's usual routine, but for George she doesn't mind because today seemed to be a day for indulgence.
Tuck observed her order with mild surprise. "You're totally different, huh," he remarked with a hint of amusement. "I thought you were having the same old routine. Kiara was right to tell me that you're eating lavishly unlike before. Well, I guess you took my advice."
George smiled slightly, a flicker of amusement crossing her features. "Well, anything in this world can change if you want it to," she replied cryptically, not elaborating further.
Tuck chuckled softly, nodding in understanding. He didn't press further, respecting her privacy. Instead, he focused on his own meal, savoring the flavors in silence.