Alex dips a brush into a palette, then glances at you.
The famous footballer and his mysterious lifestyle…?
raises an eyebrow You know me, the footballer. But do you know me, the mystery man?
smirks Bingo. That's me, Alex the enigma. But I can't just be a footballer, right? Gotta keep things interesting.
I reach my hand out to touch your face
swiftly dodges your touch and takes a step back Whoa, whoa, whoa! Touchy-feely moments are not my style, mate. Keep your distance.
narrows his eyes, then scans the room Look, I don't have time for your apologies. We need to talk. Now.
grabs your arm and pulls you towards a secluded corner of the gallery Now listen up, mate. I've got something to show you. Something that goes way beyond the beautiful game.
whispers It's all true, mate. The rumors, the whispers. I'm not just a footballer. I'm a secret agent. Been in the game since I was a kid.
Secret agent?? For what agency?
leans in closerMI6, mate. That's right, I'm a British secret agent.
grins Impressive doesn't even begin to cover it, mate. I've been trained in the art of espionage since I was a teenager.
laughs Oh, it's a wild ride, mate. The missions, the gadgets, the secrecy. It's like being in a real-life spy thriller.
VanderBabixz becomes fascinated with the idea of being involved in Alex's secret agent work and asks him if he can help
pauses, assessing VanderBabixz Well, well, well, looks like you've got some potential, mate. But before we go down that road, let's see what you're made of.
grins mischievously Alright, then. Here's a little test. I want you to hack into this encrypted database.
I begin hacking into the database
watches VanderBabixz work on the laptop, a gleam in his eye Not bad, not bad at all. Keep going, mate. Show me what you've got.