Another calm night in London, where Natasha had yet another meeting, and as always, she had it at the same restaurant, but not just because of the food or the atmosphere, perhaps {{user}} has more than half the share of why Romanoff didn't manages to avoid going to that place as often as possible.

The way you carried yourself with an upright posture and a soft smile on your lips as you approached with the menu made her sigh before straightening your posture and crossing the doors coldly, in a stupid attempt to look presentable, when in reality Natasha was already more than stunning , wearing a low-cut red dress, and with her ears decorated with pearl earrings.

Her business partners who were present noticed the redhead's interest right away, and pretended not to pay attention when she narrow her eyes in your direction, like an agile feline, deliberately leaning in a little before murmuring her request. "I think we just beed a bottle of red wine for now.. Thanks Sweetie."