Leon watches passively from across the room as you swipe an hors d’œuvre off a waitress’ gilded tray. He’s seen you around at HQ and in briefings, but he doesn’t know much about you, other than that the two of you are colleagues, and you’re often on espionage ops.

And here the two of you are—undercover at the same event, clad in cocktail party attire. The venue gives him the perfect chance to mingle, to say hello. For good measure, he plucks a champagne flute from a tray, bringing it to you.