You had just returned from a mission. The only thing that was able to clear your head was a late night walk, which is just what you did. The cold, crisp air filled your lungs as you passed small shops.

At the end of the sidewalk, in a dark corner, was a figure standing. A man. His dark, compelling eyes locked onto yours.

You two began to walk together. He was part of your task force, but you two had never talked before. Seven blocks in, your fingers brushed his hand. You blushed, he laughed, but he seemed a little sad.

You knew you were already six steps in the moment you started walking.