Sleeping beauty.

Lenox pov

“God fucking damn it!” I hiss and instantly slap myself. I shouldn’t use God's name in vain since that thing is inside my Optimus.

The bulky old man manages to get out of the weird trance state and steps closer, reaching his hand for me. Is this the right moment to point out that I’m kind of on a ‘no-no’ basis with germs?

I get dirty all of the time, but there is a difference between blood germs and something other people carry around. After all, I have no idea where those hands have been before they touched me, right?

“You are real. It’s actually you,” the dude’s voice trembles a little.

“So are unicorns, but it’s not like anyone believes me. Listen, pal, this is all fun and games, but I already wasted too much time on the spoon snatching guy. My brother really needs my assistance about a week ago.”

As I bend down to fetch my spoon, I keep a close eye on the man. Lately, I have been running into too many people all the damn time, so it wouldn’t surprise me if all of the