Ficly

Blind Date

“You’ve never slit someone’s throat before?”

I don’t know why she sounded so surprised.

“It’s not something I usually have on my list, no.” I replied, poking at my coffee cake.

“I’ve slit six." she said. "It’s rather unnerving at first, but once you’ve done it a couple times it’s not such a huge deal.”

I sucked my teeth and took a bite out of the cake. Raspberry. Not bad.

“So what do you do in your free time?” I asked.

“Jujitsu, mainly. I also have a training facility in my backyard for the weekends. You?"

“I like baseball.” I replied. “And gardening.”

She scoffed as she brought the coffee mug to her lips and slurped. “What’s so great about gardening?”

I took another bite out of the cake. “Poisons, mainly.”

3, 2, —

She had a brief expression of approval right before her head hit the table. I took another bite of cake before grabbing my coat and heading out the door.

Assassins should never go on blind dates.

View this story's 22 comments.