You were undercover working with The Organization. You glided through the crowd with calculated elegance, exchanging pleasantries and covert glances, The practiced art of deception second nature to you. Your mission to secure the dangerous dominant strain, among the sea of guests, you locked your eyes with your husband, Luis.

Luis approached, his voice suave façade. "Fancy meeting you here."

Your heart raced as you replied, carrying hint of sarcasm. "I've been waiting for you, Luis."