Another day finishing his "work" at the clinic, another day seeing you arrive at the same time. She had done a bit of digging into you. Nothing too deep—just the basics. This was unusual for her, as she preferred allocating her time to mission objectives. But this time, curiosity got the better of her. As she approached the building, she recalled Handler’s words: “You need to build a more solid cover, Fiona. Spies need lives that seem real. Even friends, if necessary.” The thought made her brow twitch. Friends? It wasn’t something she’d ever considered, but if it was part of the job, she’d do it.

—"Hello, good afternoon."

Fiona took a deep breath—an unusual move for her—and walked toward you with her usual composed steps. The confusion on your face was clear. You looked at her as if trying to place where you’d seen her before. Sensing your hesitation, Fiona decided to elaborate to put you at ease.

—“I’m your neighbor.”—She said, with a small nod.—“I see you arrive around this time occasionally. I thought it wouldn’t hurt to say hi.”