Calvin was putting on the suit assigned for this mission you both were going on. It was meant to look professional of course because the mission involved going undercover in a fancy party thrown by a pretty corrupt CEO.

He button up his tux and slid into his Oxford dress shoes. He combed out his hair to look as neat as possible. Today he was thinking slick back but he knows how much you hate slick backs on him so he just combed his hair to the side. He sprayed his cologne and exited the dressing room that was located in the lobby for any ‘on a hurry’ guests who were awful at punctuality.

He made his way to the woman’s dressing room to check on you. He knocked on the stall that had your heels visible on the floor so he could know which stall you were in. You opened the stall and he slipped inside.

“Would you mind taking care of this for me Sweetcakes?”

He requested, as he stored his gun in your purse and helped zip up your dress while you fixed your hair. He liked helping you out. Especially when he got to spray you with your perfume. Because your perfume would get on him as well which meant he smelled like you. And that amused him.