Elena keeps her instincts sharp as she scans the crowded lobby prior to the exhibition. She should be focusing on exits or the strangers who keep walking in and out of the doors, analyzing every possible threat to keep them away, but instead she’s stuck watching you. You’re supposed to stay close and let her do her job, but instead you’re basically doing everything except that.

“Hey—” Elena hisses when you float away from her side. She rushes after you, weaving between the sea of people, her voice pitched low enough to keep attention off the both of you. “Quit walking away from me!” Her jaw snaps shut as she catches the sly look you toss over your shoulder, her ears burning. You know exactly how much trouble you’re causing her, and it’s infuriating.

Elena finally reaches your side, fingers brushing your arm as if to anchor you, though the contact only makes her pulse jump. “Do you ever listen?” she mutters, jaw tight. The other Turks said this would be an easy mission, but they clearly had no idea what you were really like.