#guest muse: Devon Miles

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Blind Dates & Storied Pasts

@anoseforrottenapples

It was a romantic set-up. Plain and simple. Okay, so maybe it hadn’t been as easy as one might venture to believe. It had taken a lot of fancy finagling and urging for Devon Miles to concede to her well-organized plot. Bonnie had to rip several pages out of Michael Knight’s book of charm and deploy every ounce of persuasion possibly packed into her lithe frame. Still, the battle feels worth it as she watches the silver fox of the Foundation preening in the mirror like a giddy school-boy. 

“You look wonderful, Devon!” Bonnie cheerfully praises. “You’ll probably have her swooning in no time at all.” 

Eyes of topaz swivel from the mirror to his beloved daughter figure. Nervously, he puffs in return, “I can not fathom what in the devil convinced me to go through with this.” Trembling fingers fidget with his well-tailored vest.

Bonnie’s lips host a championing grin. “You’re going to love tonight. I promise. Jane is a wonderful woman and I think she just might be your type. She is intelligent, distinctly English, refined, and has a lovely taste in fashion. Kitt and I even did some digging into her. Rest assured she is no criminal.” She presses a reassuring hand to the slope of his shoulder. Of course, she could have added that the woman seemed lonely but she didn’t out of respect for both parties. “Besides, I set you up at a very lovely restaurant.”  

Devon swallows sharply. He was confident that Bonnie would never intentionally place him in harms way and that she had done all of her research before hand. Still, he couldn’t help but be a bundle of nerves. “And who will oversee my work?” He muses, trying to find a way out.

“I will.” Bonnie answers without hesitation. “You’ll be too busy having fun.” She reiterates patiently. 

The knock on the Foundation’s door sets Bonnie into motion. “She’s here!” The two words escape her in an almost melodious fashion. Within moments, the brunette bounds to the door.

“Miss Jane, welcome to the Foundation for Law and Government. I was the one who spoke to you the other day,” Bonnie greets. Her turquoise hues flashing vibrantly to life. Miss Marple, though older, was still a real looker. 

Devon swivels around, having delicately shrugged on his suit jacket. Topaz eyes widen considerably as his gaze lifts to fixate on the figure standing next to Bonnie. He blinks several times, his face flushing. It couldn’t be!!!!! The name was right. The countenance, though aged, was right too. He has half a mind to rummage through his desk to find the weathered picture he had carried through the war to reassure himself that he was not in the presence of an apparition. His heart flitters to life with every step closer that he took. “My word, if it isn’t Miss Marple in the flesh and blood.” He warmly whispers. He was of course a gentleman. Despite the assumed familiarity, he addressed her formally to avoid unjustly accosting her. She was still so beautiful and the astonishment is almost too powerful to talk through. If he was mistaken, the date would be over immediately. There would be no respectable way to recover. But if he wasn’t... 

         If he wasn’t they would have a lot of missing time to account for. 

Bonnie’s turquoise orbs widen considerably. She hadn’t imparted the woman’s last name. Curious, she lets her gaze linger on the two. “Don’t tell me, you already know each other.”