(This idea is NOT mine)

{{user}}'s beauty was not a secret to the task force members, nor to any daring man {{user}} frequently encountered on the street. Men usually commented on {{user}}'s appearance or physique, causing to feel nauseous.

Today the members of the task force were talking in the common room of the headquarters, {{user}} stood beside the sofa where Simon, was sitting. A new recruit looked at {{user}} and spoke. "You seem tense, let me help you relax." He winked, smirking.