Bomb Disposal Elite

"Don't you think your current behavior is forcing a date?" Sean raised his head and looked at the people around him with some amusement.

"The method is not important, the effect is the most practical." Hawkins' answer was so serious that Sean wanted to laugh even more.

The waiter came over, put down the waffle and coffee, and said, "Please take it easy."

Apart from them in the whole coffee shop, there was only a woman who was reading documents and a man who was writing hard.

I don't know if it was to create an atmosphere for this "forced date", but the waiter turned on the record and played Carpenter's version of Closetoyou.

The magnetic voice flows out, and the entire space overflowing with coffee fragrance seems to be isolated from the outside world.

If Hawkins had a girlfriend, he would be a dull lover, Sean thought.

But just when he thought they were going to finish the cup of coffee in silence, Hawkins spoke up.

"I've never had coffee with White like this."

If it was in Baghdad, when Sean heard this sentence, and heard him mention that name in such a peaceful atmosphere, Sean might feel heartbroken.Only now, Sean realized that he didn't seem to care so much, he could listen quietly.

"I drink coffee with White, either at my mother's tea party, or in my father's study, or with his teammates, not to enjoy the time but just to fill up. I love watching him serve There's nothing military serious about sipping a coffee mug, but it never occurred to me to drink coffee alone with him."

Sean didn't speak.For some reason, the situation seemed to be reversed now, and Sean played the silent role.

"When you told me to go back and try a normal life, what I thought was if I could sit with you, I mean no one else but the two of us, even a really bad cappuccino... I would enjoy it .”

Sean's eyes were a little hot.

Hawkins is obviously a guy with a cold expression and no interest, but he always has that ability...to make people's hearts soften and move.

"Try the waffle?" Sean stretched out the snack in front of him, watching him bite it down slowly, with the subtle shadows left by the eyelashes on the eyelids.

After drinking coffee, it was already time to get off work, and the street was extremely crowded. Howkins and Sean walked on the sidewalk beside the street like this. When they passed by the movie theater, seeing an advertisement, Sean suddenly said excitedly: "Hey, How about we go to the movies?"

Hawkins followed suit and stopped before showing the ad.

"Which one are you watching?"

"Sweet Barbara...it must be a very boring romance movie, I don't want to watch this." Sean pursed his lips with lingering fear. He still remembered watching these movies with Emily before and seeing nausea.

And then there's a comedy, "I bet it's going to kill me if I'm laughing all by myself and you're all serious."

Xiao En looked down and said with some excitement: "Major Sky and Tomorrowland!"

"Major Sky..."

When Sean realized that Hawkins was in unison with him, a smile welled up on his cheeks, "I can't think of a time when the two of us agree!"

When they arrived at the ticket gate, before Sean could speak, Hawkins pointed his head and said to the other party, "Two couple tickets, Major Sky and Tomorrowland."

Sean bumped into him, and Hawkins shook the handcuffs to indicate that they were in a more comfortable couple seat.

They went in with handcuffs, and the ticket inspector glanced at their handcuffs with weird eyes.

Sean had no choice but to explain: "It was just a little accident."

The ticket inspector glanced at their movie tickets, with a funny expression on his face, "So you bought a couple seat."

Sean smiled dryly, and pulled Hawkins into the screening room.

It was dinner time, and several young couples in the screening hall bought popcorn and potato chips. The smell of milk and the sound of chewing filled the entire theater.

Although the effect of this sci-fi movie is good, the plot is quite weak. When Sean saw half of it, he was already a little tired, and then he leaned back on the back seat.

Hawkins raised his wrist, "Let's go if you don't want to read it."

Sean nodded, it was rare for him to agree with Hawkins again.

After walking out of the cinema, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening, and the afternoon tea made neither of them feel hungry.

"What are we doing now?" Sean asked.

"Find a hotel." After Hawkins finished speaking, he took Sean to the end of the road and saw the signboard of the Four Seasons Hotel.

"It's a bit expensive here." Sean reminded him that men are not as particular about women as they are, as long as they have a place to sleep.

"My room is booked here."

It was only then that Sean remembered that Hawkins had an extraordinary family background. This guy probably wouldn't stay in any small hotel.

When he came to the front desk, Hawkins took out his ID, took the key and entered the elevator with Sean.

Also in the elevator was a mother with a child.

The child looked up at his mother, pointed to the handcuffs between them and said, "Mom! Look! It's handcuffs!"

The mother gave the child a hand, then looked at the two of them suspiciously.

"Hehe, we are friends, and we participated in a TV show," Sean shook the handcuffs, "See how long we can live handcuffed, it will be broadcast next weekend, remember to watch it!"

My mother became excited. "Is that Anya Nelson hosting the reality show? I watch it every week. Next week's theme is this?"

Sean continued to lie without changing his face, "Yes, that's it, but don't tell others!"

"of course!"

The elevator door opened, and Sean was pulled out by Hawkins.

Walking in the corridor, Sean couldn't help complaining, "I must ask Andre to take this thing off tomorrow!"

Hawkins opened the door, and a spacious and bright space appeared in front of Sean. When he was in Baghdad, it was really hard to see that Hawkins lived a luxurious life.

It's just that the Kingsize bed in the center of the room is really eye-catching.

"Can't I change to a standard room?"

Hawkins shook his wrist, "Do you want to put two single beds together or share a single bed with me?"

Sean fell on the bed, and Hawkins could only sit on the edge of the bed with him.

"That's the only way to go, it's not like I haven't slept with you before." Sean curled up towards Hawkins, his waist protruding from under the T-shirt, showing a vaguely sexy look.

Hawkins also turned sideways, lying beside Sean.

"Do you want to untie the handcuffs that much?"

"Yeah, don't you find it very inconvenient?" Sean slowly closed his eyes, "For example, when we are walking on the street, people look at us not because we are holding each other's hands, but because of the relationship between us. Handcuffs."

"...Actually, I can't hold you down with anything, can I?" Hawkins put his arms around Sean.

"This sentence should be, in fact, you can handcuff me without handcuffs."

After resting for a while, Sean dragged Hawkins around the luxury suite.

When he came to the balcony, he couldn't help expressing emotion: "Look at how great the swimming pool is, but I just locked up with you... I haven't swum in a long time..."

When he came to the bathroom, Sean also sighed: "Look at how spacious this bathtub is, I could take a good bath, but with you..."

"Locked with me?" Hawkins tilted his head, "Even if we are locked together, we can take a bath."

"How to soak? Hang the jacket on the handcuffs and hold them high?" Sean was a little speechless.

"We can blow dry our clothes with a hair dryer," Hawkins said.

"Forget it, I just want to sleep well tonight."

At around eight o'clock in the evening, Hawkins ordered room service and brought macaroni and cheese and steak.

Sean was very happy to eat, "You know, this is really not at the same level as the chefs in Baghdad."

Then, the two lay in bed watching TV, which was playing "The Closer."

"Who do you say is the murderer?" Sean asked.

"The widow."

"But I think it's the gardener. Isn't the routine of this kind of TV series supposed that the person who is least likely to be the murderer is the murderer?"

"That's the widow." Hawkins' voice was firm.

When the more than 40-minute TV series ended, the answer was just as Hawkins said, the murderer was the widow.

"How do you know?" Sean pushed him with his shoulder.

"It feels like she is."

CSI Las Vegas takes over after Crime Close.

"Aha, then guess who is the murderer in this episode?" Sean became interested.

After the TV series played for more than ten minutes, Hawkins said, "This time the murderer is the gardener."

"No way, didn't he have an alibi?"

"Because the death time of the deceased was estimated incorrectly."

Sean frowned: "You haven't seen it long ago, have you?"

"I haven't watched this episode, but I watched the previous one with my mother. This scriptwriter's routine is like this."

Then the end of the episode is the same as Hawkins said, the murderer is the gardener.

"Ah, ah, it's so boring, you guessed everything." Sean turned off the TV, pulled off the quilt and got in, "I'm sleepy."

Hawkins cooperatively turned off the lamp.

Darkness can always create some subtle atmosphere.

For example, because you can't see, your other senses become more acute.

Howkins' breathing, the rise and fall of his chest, and even the temperature of his fingertips touching Sean's palm were extremely clear.

"Hey, Hawkins... say something." Sean suddenly felt that he didn't want to be so quiet.

"You said you were going to sleep."

"Forget it." Sean thought that Hawkins had already said a lot during the day, and his head was probably hollowed out, so what else could he say?