"Well, well, well," Karena smirked at the spy as she spotted her. Small world that this pair would meet again. Only a few years ago, the two had caused quite a bit of trouble on a mission together in Russia. While the two may never be able to trust one another by nature, they easily considered one another friends. 

Or perhaps drinking partners was a better way to word it? 

Yellow chrysanthemum; purple tulip;

    “Wonder who dropped these off,” amused greatly by such subtle signs of endearment, and though it had been all but two flowers (in their prime) they would bear significance in their shade spoke more than words.

    Encased digits would take gentle grasp of evergreen stems; peach tiers ascending upon a single side as both were to be stowed within the tactical vest donned upon his muscular frame. Weapon released from grasp, supported solely by ensnaring strap, came to rest upon the frontal portion of beige Kevlar jacket; gloved fingers came to pry open Velcro pockets, and placing the delicate flowers away from the sight of others. Dear would these plants be for there would be no other, that came to mind. Ne, there had been no need to speak, aloud ,her name for there were events of a greater importance that was due for being dealt with. 

    Therefore, enclosed hands would find grip upon Russian originated weapon and the eradication of gluttons, mindless beings was resumed; any sign that was to come from that woman would call for him to live, to persevere and be able to bear the sight of her once more.