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Selene’s eyes watch Ricker, just silently calculating what she wanted to do. She sips at her wine, her gaze thoughtful for a moment as she decided she was ready to move on to the more entertaining part of the night. And the thing about Selene was that when she wanted something, she made it abundantly clear and went after it. She was over being subtle, not in the mood for it tonight. She gets up from her side of the dinner table and makes her way over to him. Pushing the almost empty food dishes back a bit, she sits herself on the table in front of him. Blue eyes twinkle with slight delight as she gives Ricker a look, resting back on her elbows. Her soft features highlighted in the candlelight and her dress riding up slightly from this new position.

The neon signs flickered brightly, casting colourful reflections on the wet pavement, masking the turmoil that simmered just beneath the surface. The bustling streets, filled with laughter and the hum of conversation, provided a stark contrast to the underlying tension. It was a city alive with energy, yet hiding secrets in every shadow, the perfect backdrop for those seeking both escape and confrontation. Heels clicked against the ground as Lorraine made her way towards the apartment the MI6 had set up for her during her stay in the city. The target was a mob that they had been investigating for months, a mob with a seemingly dangerous leader. While the leader wasn't the focus now, truth be told their actions had drawn the Secret Service's attention, enlisting Lorraine in the task to retrieve as much information as she could. The ambiguity surrounding her loyalty had proven to be a successful strategy for Lorraine, allowing her to navigate the treacherous waters of espionage with an edge. She had learned to reveal their own

juggling an array of items in one hand while trying to enter her key-code and squeeze her cellphone between shoulder and ear was a finely crafted skill defne was sure she'd perfected over the years. a soft noise of success escaped her before she's shuffling inside the house and wiggling her fingers in greeting at her boss when the man comes into view. depositing everything onto the kitchen counter, the woman wordlessly slides the bagged pastry and cup of coffee over to the man before adjusting the phone and padding away to continue her conversation.

she reappears a few minutes later with a frown, "if that weird podcast asks if you'll make a guest appearance one more time, i think i'll lose my head," she murmurs in lieu of a proper greeting. snatching up her own beverage, defne leans forward against the counter. "we have a fitting for your suit for that charity gala at eleven, so we'll need to leave by ten, but!" she sing songs the last word with a grin, "the shop isn't far from that restaurant i mentioned last week ⸻ the one martha was bragging about? i booked us a reservation."

She moved to find another corner to hide herself and bumped her shoulder against someone arm. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she quickly moved her arm away. "Oh my gosh, I am sorry. Are you alright? I didn't hurt you or anything?" She questioned as her brows knitted together.