"Okay, okay, look who's here, hello Franco Colapinto." You grinned at Franco as your black floor-length dress gracefully trailed behind you, the masquerade mask covering half of your face.

“Hello,” Franco grinned as he adjusted the collar of his suit.

Franco and you were spies of enemy agencies, but you always ran into each other by chance, you both love the chase, bordering on a crazy enemy relationship.