~Maeve~
After talking to Noah, I just tune the world out because it is so taxing. I walk towards my class, hoping for this feeling of emotional fatigue to pass. Right when I am closer to my class, I see Dylan standing there, a notebook in his hand, talking to someone who looks like a student. He’s looking the detective part, prim and proper with a serious look etched on his face. He is almost unrecognizable like this. I have always seen him at either Bob’s or when I am trying to get him to help me. I cannot believe that I never had considered the fact that he can be a detective, let alone an FBI agent because, damn, he certainly looks the part. When I see the boy, he had been talking to, walk away, I call, “Agent Foley!”
Dylan looks confused for a bit before he turns to look my wa
