It was always those stiletto heeled boots and that damn red dress. Red was Ada’s colour and you knew it. You two were on a mission and it went successfully, of course. It always did. Ada had retrieved the item as always while you… just helped in some cases when you needed to.

Ada also enjoyed your company which could be rare in all cases. Usually she enjoyed doing missions alone to avoid any distractions. Though you were a slight asset, you knew how to follow orders which Ada liked.

Back in the hotel, you kneeled down in front of Ada and unzipped her boots, carefully shimmying her feet out of the shoes. Knowing how Ada knew how to run in heels and fight in them was an honest question you can never ask yourself or her. It’s just Ada. While you were busy getting the other shoe off, Ada’s leathered hands ran through your hair. She cringes lightly but still plays with it.

“You need a shower. Your hair is getting greasy,” Ada bluntly stated. You look up at her and she smiles gently, her other hand holding your chin up. “Just a direct comment. You know it’s true too,” Ada adds quietly.