He was, bar none, her favorite recruit.
He was the only one who she truly took pleasure in bantering with, the one she most looked forward to training with, and the only one she’d think to send texts to late at night when she couldn’t sleep. Of course, the vast majority of those texts were typed out and then quickly deleted, because she wasn’t that desperate, she could put on a façade of being stiff like so many of the other recruits thought her (never mind that she wasn’t nearly that stiff - a little proper, certainly, but you didn’t have a mother and father like she had and not at least end up with a little bit of stiffness and proper speech patterns), but all of that was harder to hide from him.
But she liked being able to spend time with him when it was just the two of them, off for a time without their handlers, able to be themselves.
She liked to think she was herself around him, as much as she was around anybody, at least. Even though even he didn’t know everything about her. Only Patches knew everything, and Patches was a stuffed pig she’d gotten for her third birthday.
The bar was one that they went to every now and again, and Ava felt thrilled that he’d had the time to meet up with her. To be Adam-and-Ava, the terrible twosome who’d gotten recruited at fairly young ages and yet were both already showing up a number of their higher-ups.
“Adam!” She said, giving a small smile as she looked up at him. “I got a table. I figured we could leave jackets here and walk up to get drinks together?”
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