Lalisa wishes she has enhanced hearing.

No, seriously. Years of being a spy and no one has even thought of inventing a device that allows its user to hear its target miles away? How stupid is that?

And so she huffs, looking all stupid and tacky in her pajamas in the middle of the candy aisle in the grocery store, staring at her supposed target who's in the meat section. It's annoying, really. Today is supposed to be her day off, but her boss just had to go and call for an emergency and gather information from this guy.

"How long am I going to have to stand here and sort through all the gummy bears, Chaeng?" She grumbles quietly to her mic, hidden just beneath the collar of her shirt. "As far as I know there are 38 varieties and the--"

"Oh, shush, shut up," Chaeyoung, her partner, says through the ear piece. Lisa rolls her eyes. "Go to your target and start interrogating him."

"We are in the middle of the grocery store!" She almost screams. The old lady beside her gives her a look, but she smiles awkwardly. "Uh, hehe, yeah. As I was saying, we're in the grocery store. How can I interrogate him about his illegal drug business when he's out there picking samgyeopsal?"

"You know how to do it."

God. Chaeyoung can be so unbearable sometimes.

For the nth time that morning, she looks down at her clothes. A baggy shirt, a pair of pajamas with grease stains, mismatched socks, and some Gucci slides. Today's concept was: drug addict but make it fashun.

Again, her eyes lock on her target.

He's tall. Busy. Old. If Lalisa were to go to him right now, would she be able to get closer to him and mic him?

Ugh. No. That'd make her look like a creep.

"Jesus, Chaeng," she almost whines.

Her friend doesn't reply and so she scans the store again. There's the old woman... and then two high-school kids... and then a guy. She stares at him for a second.

He looks nice. A full arm tattoo sleeve, black outfit all over, blonde hair, a beanie. Yeah. Yeah, Lisa can work with that.

Before she can even change her mind, she hops up to him with what she hopes is a friendly smile.

"Hey," she greets. The guy gives her a questioning look. "I'm Lisa."

"Hello," he replies, looking confused. "I'm Jeongguk."

"Great! Can you push me?"

He freezes, holding an avocado mid air. "What?"

"I mean, can you push me so I can trip?" It sounds so stupid that even Chaeyoung cracks up in the ear piece. "Please don't ask why, just please push me once we pass by that guy over there." She discreetly points at the meat section.

Jeongguk looks suspicious but he nods and follows her. "What's your deal with him?"

Why does he ask so many questions? "Something. Now let's--"

A hand suddenly pulls her back just in time as various boxes clattered in the floor.

Lalisa's eyes widen, and they turn to Jeongguk, who's still looking as calm as ever. If he didn't pull her back in time, she would've been crushed underneath those.

"I have fast reflexes," he replies, as if that would explain everything. Whatever, Lisa doesn't care. She gives him a quick thank you and heads towards her target.

Everything was successful. Jeongguk pushes her to her target, she attaches the mic on his collar, they leave him alone.

It isn't until later when Lalisa goes home and she takes off her shirt, when she realizes that a sticker paper was stuck on the back of her shirt.

It was a number.

And then under it,

i think you're pretty cute. call me, just in case you want me to push you again. haha

jk x

Ah. Jesus.