Secret Agent X

SAX – Secret Agent X … The nickname had stuck since the dance when he had been told he looked like a secret agent standing there unwavering while his friends danced. He couldn’t dance, but he told them that he didn’t want to. He wanted to. Now he relied on this second persona to take him through the hard times. When he was feeling low, had to cope he would put on his darkest clothes and just stoically take what the world could deal out. Bring it on.

Now he was dressed in his black turtleneck sweater, leather bomber jacket, blue jeans, black boots, and his cowboy hat. The most menacing piece of apparel was the Ray bans. Prescription silvered ray bans. To block out the world and all the happy sunlight with it.

He was trying to be as closed and inconspicuous on the elevator as possible so everyone would just ignore him. Everyone did; except the baby girl on the other side. Her liquid eyes just stared at him. He began to melt. Nothing calmed him more than a baby’s eyes. The innocence consumed him and made him feel wonderful. The moment passed as the mother walked out carrying the sanctuary and the walls of the world came crashing down again.