Soft ballroom music greeted us when I opened the door for us. Inside the enormous ballroom, there were many people, dancing or standing, with of course, a glass of champagne in their hands. This was not the kind of party I like to be at, but we have to, for an important case.

I look next to me, where you are standing. You look absolutely amazing in your outfit, it's like you were born to be here, were I'm feeling awkward in my shiny black tux. "Are you ready?" I ask, more to me than to you, because you are always more confident in under-cover work than me. When you flash one of those cocky grins to me, I feel my stomach flip.

"Duh, what do you think of me? I'm prepared for everthing." You lean close to my ear, whispering: "Beneath my clothes I have a spare gun." I don't know what came over me, but your sudden closeness made my skin tingle. And suddenly emboldened, I remember that we are supposed to play a couple, and I grab you by the waist. "I believe you, baby." The word slips out before I can hold it back, and it feels strangely right on my lips. In response, you smirk, licking your lips. Shit. This is evolving way too quick. Suddenly my tie is too tight around my throat.

"Let's get something to drink, darling." You say to me, making my already hot skin burn. Fuck. This is going to be a long night, seeing how flirty you already are.