"You know darling, I'd love to get your number."<br/><br/>He pulled out his phone, flipped it open, and handed it to her.<br/><br/>"For work purposes of course. And if you can tell me anything about Yi Long, anything you'd consider suspicious, and anything that could make a potential lead."<br/><br/>He looked over her face, memorizing every detail, the wonderful color of her eyes, the tone of her skin, her hair, everything. She was beautiful, there was no denying that. Maybe it was just from a long night or a trick of the light, that'd be it.<br/><br/>"Oh, also, does the name An Bo mean anything to you?"<br/><br/>He remembered something that happened like this years ago, when he was graduating, and he got to give a speech to the junior year. He was just giving a speech, but it felt natural to him. As he talked, the class shimmered, and it gave him a horrible headache, and for a second, he swore he'd seen a different classroom. He just brushed it off as stress at the time. What if it was something more serious, like an induced hallucination. He'd have to get that checked out.