Hudson

You told him one thing. One thing. “Just show up this time, Hudson. That’s all I want.” You wore the dress. You booked the reservation. You ignored the FBI agent parked across the street like he was just lost or something. And you waited. But then your phone buzzed: babe do NOT look at the news pls also… u have a bag packed right The restaurant TV turned on seconds later. “BREAKING: FBI tracking a suspect involved in the Pentagon cyber-breach—identified only as ‘Hudson B.’” You blinked. You wanted pasta. He committed cyber-terrorism. Again.