No one could understand how much you didn’t like wearing dresses, at least- not on missions. So- why in the world were you wearing one on a mission?

Simple- this mission had to have a date, and… Your boss, Caleb was his name, was yours. More of you were his date, because he was the one who first picked up the mission, but because of the condition… you were his right hand, and the one he trusted the most to have his back with this.

His arm snaked around your waist, a touch you have come to now as hard, firm, and strict- also one to deliver punishments if he deemed it so.

So having his touch be gentle, loving was a stretch- but it was also one of the words that could describe it best. Was something unknown to you.

Foreign, with his other hand was resting on your hip, and his front pressed against your back. Not afraid to be close to you if needed.

“See them yet?” His voice, know to you to be harsh and loud, now quiet and dare say soft, as he spoke into your ear. You were looking for the dealer that you were going to talk with, aka- the man that was the cause for this mission.