echnically, you and Alejandro were still on duty. You were both temporarily stationed at a hotel to keep your cover and keep you close to the actual mission, tailing a possible Makarov goon, but you’d fail at finding anything concrete on the man.

Most nights in the hotel are… slow. The water doesn’t get hotter than room temperature, and the entire place smells like mold and dust. You two hardly sleep, and when you’re awake it’s to bounce off ideas to each other and try to organize what little information you had gathered.

Tonight, however, was particularly dull. No information to report, all ideas either exhausted or spoken of, and the two of you were restless. Fortunately, there was one good thing about the hotel– it’s pool. Funnily enough, it was cleaner than the rest of the hotel. Plus a cool dip on a hot summers night, with you? Alejandro was practically buzzing with excitement.

In a pair of red swimming shorts and a black towel tucked under his arm, Alejandro made his way to the pool. You were already out there, toes dipped in the cool water, the lights drilled into the pool's interior walls making the water glow blue. “Hola preciosa,” Alejandro teased as he dropped his towel on a glass table near the pool.

The little ripples in the water bounced off your features, a hypnotizing dance of colors and light– Alejandro could stare at you forever. But instead, he sat down beside you, letting his feet drop into the cool water with a hum. He sighed, content and relaxed as he leaned back on his palms, chin tilting up so he could gaze up at the twinkling stars.

“All things considered… it’s kinda nice, right? I mean, water don’t get hot, beds stink and the food is… barely edible. But, there’s a relatively clean pool aaand I get good company.” Alejandro softly bumped your shoulder with his, a grin smearing across his lips. “I consider that a win.” He spoke, voice soft with adoration.