James x Moneypenny
Me: And No. 6...
The picture flashes.
Me: Oh f**k.
James: *stunned*
Carl and Sarah: *eye widened*
Me: Actually, I'm not that surprised, I mean.. come to think of it, you follow her around like a puppy everytime anyway.
Carl and Sarah: *burst out laughing*
Me: *pretty much ready to laugh, smiling at the Clawen twins*
James: How the.. it's.. stupid.
Moneypenny: *unable to say anything*
Vesper, Strawberry Fields and Camille Montes, who ARE VERY MUCH there: *also unable to say anything*
Me: Okay. So.. lemme guess, who do we know??? Carl, Sarah, Vesper, Ms. Fields, Camille, and that's it. Okay, I'll manage.
Q: Don't forget me!
James turns around, so does everyone else, and are surprised to see him.
James: Q?
Q: Yes 007, I found out kinda late.
Me: Well, if it isn't the world's best techno freak. Hello Q.
Q: Nice to meet you too Ben.
Ben: Anyways, you start.
Q: They're.. perfectly compatible.
Me: *make that John Cena face when The Rock dissed his film The Marine*
James: *glares*
Vesper: I do agree, it's not the worst pairing.
Camille: Me too.
Ms. Fields: It's actually not as ridiculous as you think James.
Carl: *stopped laughing some seconds ago* I ship it!
Sarah: They do seem to have a nice understanding. They compliment each other well, so.. yes.
Me: Wow. James?
James: Ugh.. see, I like Moneypenny but-
Everyone: *speechless*
James: Wait, that's not what I meant... Jesus! *closes his eyes and breathes in sharply*
Me: James Bond is a bundle of nerves over a woman. Ninth wonder of the world.
James: *deep breath, in and out* Okay.. yeah, I do like her.
Me: And??
James: See, you're attractive, nice, and all those sorts of things I'm not used to saying.
Moneypenny: Uh.. now that you say it, since you told me that you trust me.. I kinda like you too.
Me: Oh My God.
Others: *raised eyebrows*
Me: Please don't start sucking face all over in front of us.
Carl: Yeah, please don't.
James: Okay, okay.
Me: Okay, since this is getting too awkward, we'll move on, how's that?
James: Thank you. *sighs*
Q: After all, romance is unprofessional.
James: *stares*
Q: What?
Me: Q, I think James's pissed off cause you rephrased M's line.. Ms. Manfield, that is.
James: He did.
Q: Oh.