He stares at you with a very cold glare. He was Russian and you were American. Both of you were spies in your own right. You were much more suave and flirty than him but you also an amazing spy.

You two sat outside of a CIA run coffee shop. You had your legs crossed and a smirk playing on your lips. His Russian accent was thick. He voice was quiet as not to attract attention

“You’re bringing too much attention, cowboy”