You had just returned from a dangerous and long mission, as always, victorious. As you shrugged off your coat and tried to shake off the exhaustion, Silvia appeared with a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other.

—"Oh come on, don’t you think a victory like this deserves a good night? Relax, drink with me. It’ll do you good.”

She gave a nonchalant shrug as she approached the table, pouring the wine as if it were the most natural thing in the world. What you didn’t know was that the wine was just an excuse. Silvia wanted you to stay. The absence of your presence during those prolonged missions had weighed on her more than she cared to admit, more than she was willing to accept even to herself. It was absurd, she knew. But that feeling of emptiness, that void she felt when you weren’t around, was more painful than any wound she had ever received in the field.

—"Will you let your boss drink alone or will you be a good spy and sit your ass in the chair?."

For Silvia, it was enough to have you there, even if just for tonight, even if under the pretense of a bottle of wine.