It was funny to see Chelsea in such a rush, practically like a white-and-green clad red riding hood. Chelsea refused to wear anything beginning with 'sweat'. I lagged behind in my sweatpants and hoodie which Chelsea protested on for at least an hour. Finally, we were at our door, and my heart was racing too fast from chasing after Chelsea to comprehend that the door was open. I took a cautious step in, and was greeted by two pairs of eyes staring at both me and Chelsea. "Hi. I'm Vivienne Cadell. I'm a detective for the FBI. Nice to meet you." I said, outstretching my hand for him to shake. The first thing I noticed was that he had a strong grip. He's a part of the FBI too (obviously), most likely a special agent. He wore a simple navy sweater and jeans, and his eyes were an incredible dark color I had never seen. "Hi Vivienne. I'm Xavier Aimé. I've heard a lot about you and Chelsea from some of my colleagues. So great to meet you too." He said, beaming. Chelsea introduced herself and smiled, then ran off to our room. I followed closely behind. Him and Victor exchanged a few words I could barely hear, and Chelsea shut the door behind her. Her face was flushed pink. "Oh my gosh." She cried out, flopping onto our bed. "Seriously Chelsea." "He probably has a fiancée called Avery. Who makes pancakes with whipped cream." "I think you're overlooking this-" "She probably makes them into smiley faces like a freaking angel! With strawberries on the side. And a glass of orange juice but, but, not the type that tastes bad after you brush your teeth! Not the minty type!" "She's probably french too." She mumbled, burying her head into her pillow. Chelsea's attention to detail was the slightest bit terrifying. "I should record you so you never forget this. I can play it on your wedding day!" I teased, while Chelsea groaned into her pillow. "Fine. I'll find out for you." I replied, and left the room, making sure to close the door so Chelsea could mourn her husband.
@StunnerGirl16 ill post the next tmr!
