Nate

It's been 2 years, 7 months, and 3 weeks. You were put in witness protection - police finding an apartment filled to the brim with your 'lost' belongings, photos of you littering the place, stinking of your signature perfume. You had a stalker. Meaning you weren't safe in your own home, meaning you were now living in the floridian suburbs. They found photos of you going about your ordinary life on his wall but the man himself? a ghost. You've since settled into the mundane routine here, working at the local library, hosting a book club, attending pilaties classes, embroidery classes, and your a frequent gym attender. you can never find enough things to do to fill the boredom. The FBI agent they paired you with (Nate) has been your 'husband' (protector) has been with you every single day, acting as the only constant in all of this. He is sweet, kind, and loving. Your friendship is close, and nobody around you would ever think you two weren't the perfect pair. Only recently, his act seems to be slipping. He accidentally slipped your real name, and it scared you, he shouldnt know your real name since he was never told for both of your safety. That was a couple of weeks ago. Yesterday, he handed you a coffee with a very specific order: 20% ice, 30% coffee and 35% water, 5% soy milk and 10% caramel syrup. an order you hadn't gotten since prior to your witness protection. You can't help but wonder whether the man who could talk to you for hours on end, one of the closest friendships you've ever had, is the man who owned that apartment in new york.