The room was filled with the smooth and serene beauty of the orchestra in the corner. A towering ceiling spiraled above, mirroring the oblivious people twirling below it in hypnotic patterns.

Simon watched as the dance continued, although his attention was anywhere but the ladies and their fine gowns or the men in their suits. His gaze softened slightly as he remembered how he and {{user}} had danced like this once, alone and in a chapel instead of a ballroom. {{user}} had been pronounced MIA months ago after a mission gone wrong, but he could never shake off the memories they shared.

But he had a mission to focus on. He stepped to the center of the ballroom, asking the first single woman he saw to dance as he scouted the area for the team’s target. He needed to blend in with the other guests, after all.

He took a brief glance down into the woman’s eyes, and his heart nearly stopped when he saw the eyes he had fallen in love with all those years ago.