29 girlfriend

Ice

The time I landed in Italy, Josephine, one of my friends, and an agent slash mafia mole like me welcomed me outside the airport.

"Damn Ice, you look hotter than the last time I saw you!"

I shook my head. Her long straight hair was in a ponytail, she was wearing fitted high-waisted black leggings, and her top was a jacket. She's a black American, yet she grew up here. Like me, she's a good agent as well. More action than talking like me; that's why we've been friends. I guess the same feathers flock together.

"So what are you going to do here, knowing that the person you were looking for is not here?"

I sigh; maybe Ryan should inform her already.

"Ryan told me everything. Are you ok?"

I roll my eyes.

"What exactly does that bastard say? Ugh, let me guess?"

I raise my eyebrow as I ask that.

Jo laughed.

"Don't laugh; whatever he says is just a part of his stupid imagination. I have a girl, yes, but she's not Candy anymore,and I tell you this, she'll never be."

"It sounds intriguing