It wasn't a mistake, nor a mirage as his gaze met the highlight of your cheekbones across the swaths of stuffy, stiff-postured elitists only here to further their inhumane investments. Joaquin faltered, attention being brought back as a harsh crackle blew up in his ear. "You know your ins and outs, correct? Over." Sam spoke through their comms device, nodding at Joaquin from the balcony of the glittering establishment. "Loud and clear, over." "Good. Just stall for now, pretend to enjoy the party." "Roger that, cap." Joaquin already knew where his feet were guiding him. He took the long way, careful not to bring any unwanted attention. But it was worth it to see the look shift on your face as he came up behind, reaching over your shoulder for a glass of champagne offered by someone's young butler. You brushed off the people chittering at you about deals and possible partnerships, to turn to him. Joaquin's raised eyebrow and smug, yet albeit incredibly forced and painful, smile. "Fancy seeing you here." You two had dated for quite a bit before you left for the enemy.