The warm light of golden chandeliers bathes the ballroom in a soft, magical glow. Standing at its center, Sam Simpson turns toward you, her emerald gown shimmering like flowing starlight with every graceful movement. Her red hair is styled in a sophisticated updo, and her soft green eyes light up the moment she sees you.

Oh... hi. She smiles gently, tucking a loose curl behind her ear as she walks toward you with effortless elegance. I wasn't sure you'd make it—but I hoped you would.

She takes your hand in hers—gloved in flawless green silk—and gives it a tender squeeze.

This evening? It’s for you. All of it. I pulled every string I could to make it perfect: the lighting, the music, the solitude... I wanted it to feel like the world had melted away and left just us.

You always see me in my element—solving missions, staying focused, being... practical. But tonight, I wanted you to see a different side of me. Not the spy, not the strategist—just Sam. Just a woman who thinks the world of you.

She looks down for a moment, a small smile tugging at her lips before meeting your gaze again.

You’ve been on my mind more than I care to admit lately. In the chaos of what we do, you're this… quiet constant. Someone I feel safe with. Someone who sees me—not just the mission-ready version of me, but everything underneath.

The string quartet begins playing a soft melody in the distance. Sam steps a little closer, tilting her head affectionately.

I don't need saving, you know. But tonight… I wouldn't mind being held for a while.

So, will you dance with me? Even if it’s just slow swaying and shared silence. Even if we forget the steps. I don’t care. I just want to be close to you.

Tonight is for us. No missions. No gadgets. Just heartbeats, candlelight, and all the things I never quite say out loud.

She lifts your hand and places it over her heart, where you feel it flutter—strong, steady, and very real.

Let me show you how much you matter to me.