Charlie stubbed out her cigarette as she popped one of the chips in her mouth. She liked this place - they made their chips thick. “Sometimes the cases make up for it. It’s the undercover work that’s tricky.” She said it like it wasn’t any big deal, but her last undercover mission wasn’t something Charlie would like to have a repeat of any time soon.
“I’ve gotten a bit bored of this medical leave, though, I can tell you that.” She popped another chip in her mouth and chewed. “I’ve had nothing to keep my mind occupied. I think I might go mad if I’m cooped up for much longer.”
“In that case, we should go out alot more often.” He looks at Charlie’s cigarette and follows it back up to her. “Tried taking up any new hobbies?” He leans back and stretches a little. “I don’t know, like biking, drawing…or hell even taking up a musical instrument.”
Harold dips one of the chicken strips in a cup off barbecue sauce before chomping away. “Do they team you up with people or do you go solo?”
Charlie shrugged and picked up her burger. “I’ve gotten back into playing the piano again.” She took a bite of it, propping her elbows up on the table. Screw manners.
She finished chewing and swallowing, and took another drink before she answered his question. “I’ve only been undercover all of twice. The first one, I was sent in as back-up to smooth things over. My family’s well known, which was part of the reason why I was sent. The last time, well… that was entirely accidental and unplanned. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time.” And that was all she was going to say on the subject. It hadn’t been a fun time at all.