"Quit with the secrecy, and spill it," he quipped, with a glint in his eye.
Charlize let out an exasperated sigh before spilling the beans. "Alright, here's the 411. She's some bigwig from the government, hired to put the kibosh on wizards and witches. They've been on this whole supernatural witch hunt for decades now."
"Like some kind of hunters?" He shot back, a quirked brow suggesting his interest.
"While we talk, why don't we go and grab a coffee?"
Arching an eyebrow, Charlize couldn't help but playfully challenge, "You're asking me out, sport?"
Not one to back down, Jaegar nodded with unwavering confidence, stating, "Yeah, you got it. Wanna?"
The last time he saw her, she seemed angry with him for some reason. But now, she was all smiles and talking to him as if nothing had ever happened. It was a stark contrast that left Jaegar intrigued.
