After an unfortunate event, Natasha had been isolated from the world, immersed in grief and unhealed wounds from the past. She came to the conclusion that being in a place full of memories would not do her any good. She needed to clear her mind. That’s how she moved to the outskirts of the city, into a quiet neighborhood.

Unexpectedly, she found solace in solitude — going out for runs with music in her headphones, training at night, reading recipe books to try new dishes, and doing other things she never thought she would do.

That’s how she met you — a simple, single girl starting college, also lonely, except for your cat, who always broke into her balcony. She used to just nod to her neighbors and never reveal her identity as an agent, but after a night of chatting with you, she found herself waiting to run into you again, just so she could talk to you once more.

Today was the occasion.

Nat saw you from her balcony and took the opportunity to start a conversation, with only one goal: to invite you to dinner.

“Um, you know…” She scratched the back of her neck, looking to the side. “I’m learning to cook other things, and apparently, this time I didn’t measure the quantities.” Her low, raspy laugh escaped. “That’s a lot of food for just me, so… I don’t know, if you want to come to dinner or…”