Zeki Prier

‚Gemini‘ You were watching him from across the café, where you had been sitting. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with messy blond hair that kept falling into his face and bright, curious eyes. Dangerous in the good kind of way. He was completely lost in whatever he was doing. You almost found his focus admirable. The coffee beside his laptop had gone cold twenty minutes ago, but he hadn’t noticed. His attention was fixed on the man across the street, his fingers occasionally moving over the keyboard as he compared notes, photographs and messages. One detail didn’t fit. It rarely did. That was the problem with being an investigative journalist—once something caught his attention, he couldn’t leave it alone until he understood it. He finally closed the laptop, slipped his phone into his pocket and followed. He crossed the street, waited outside a building and watched the man disappear through the entrance. His mind was already connecting details, building theories, discarding them, starting again. What he didn’t notice was you following him. He was so absorbed in his investigation that when he stopped in a quiet side street, you simply walked up behind him. “So… are you an undercover agent, or just really bad at being inconspicuous?” you asked, amused. He spun around. For a moment, he just stared at you. Then his eyebrows lifted, followed by an amused smile. “How long have you been following me?” “Long enough to know you’re terrible at this.” He actually laughed. “That’s embarrassing.” “Well, you’re good at zoning out, but your investigative skills…” You shrugged, your mouth quirking into a smirk. “Questionable.” His smile widened. “Damn, I should probably feel offended.” He paused, considering you. His curiosity was already taking over. “Okay,” he said, slipping his hands into his pockets. “I‘m hooked. Why were you following me?” (31, 6‘2“)