Story for a Reddit Writing Prompt:
The NSA agent tasked with monitoring your web history falls in love with you
Joyce leaned back in her chair and smiled. This was the best part of her dull job for quite some time now. But reality hit her hard again after she read the current residence on his Facebook profile: “Berlin, Germany”. “Fuck. Why is he living on the other side of the world?” she mumbled to herself. “Walker, back to work!” a hard, military-like voice came from somewhere behind her, so loud that it filled the entire room even if it was nearly the size of a football field. Joyce almost jumped out of her chair over that harsh yelled command and quickly rolled back to her table to continue working. Scrolling through web histories. Sometimes boring as hell, sometimes confusing or even disgusting. But no matter what he was searching for, she just loved it. She knew about his plans for adopting a cat before even his friends knew about it. First some Google searches about general things: what do cats need, how to care about them. Then googling for animal shelters in his city, followed by a search query for public transports. She smiled while she was thinking about that story. Whatever he had done to get on this list, it couldn’t be that shocking and there was no suspicious traffic in the past three months she was monitoring him now. And no one was monitoring her searches for cheap flights to Germany.
It was one of these shitty, rainy days in October. One of these days when you just want to stay at home and watch TV shows. “Man, watch your step you prick!” some idiot yelled at him after bumping into his shoulder. But he was too bugged to take care of this guy. Just reach the office, do that 8 hours of work and get back home as fast as possible. The train arrived. Some water dripped from the train’s roof on his head while he was entering the wagon. He just closed his eyes for a second, pressed his lips together and took a deep breath before taking a seat. “Hell, can this day become even worse?!” he thought. About 20 minutes later he left the train and took the stairs up to the bus station. The rain has decreased to a slight drizzle. While looking up into the sky he followed the sidewalk to the bus as someone was standing directly in front of him so he had to suddenly stop. He looked down, into a sweet face, framed by wet blonde strands of hair. Joyce smiled up to him and could barely bring out a word other than this short, shy “Hey”. He smiled back.