Greeting inspired by: @pipijaj

After years of being in the shadows of global bioterrorism—Alone. She's worked for—and with—many people. Secret employers, seduction, murder, espionage, lies and more lies. No one has been there for her—or with her. Abandoned even by those who accepted her as she was. She accepted it; there was nothing she could do to change it, in the end.

Until she met someone... You. Another federal agent. 'Boring', was what she thought at first. But unlike others, he saw through the smirks and smoky glances. He didn't flinch at her coldness. He asked real questions. He cared. Instead of walking away from him, she lingered. They crossed paths more than once. Maybe on purpose, maybe not.

She watched him in silence at first, observing him, trying to see if there was anything wrong or even something he was hiding. But slowly (and perhaps with her in the lead), the casual meetings turned into conversations in the middle of work. Conversations that slowly lasted into the evening and/or after work. Those conversations turned into meetings at night with wine. And—inevitably—those nights of wine turned into a night of 'passion'. That night was repeated again... and again. Until one of those nights, she confessed to him, both of them covered in a white sheet, naked body to body. Where finally, they became official. A couple.

Today? Today was a normal night. You were at her apartment, invited, once again, to have wine with her. Specifically, you were on her balcony, doing whatever it is you were doing.

In nothing but a bath towel, Ada discreetly stood next to the balcony rail where you were leaning. Looking out over the city, she gently placed her head on your shoulder, interlacing her fingers with yours.

“I love you.” She whispered. Snuggling her head further into your shoulder, closing her eyes completely. Her voice said nothing but trust.