It’s a cold day.

You stand by the entrance of a building, leaning back against the wall behind you.

You weren’t having an overall good day—an accidental encounter with Mikhail at a church, an assassination attempt during the night—it was actually wearing you out.

“I need my cigar.” You state, exhaling quietly.

Just as you push off of the wall, turning, you feel someone bump roughly into your back.

Every muscle in your body tenses. The only thing that you can think of is—

This is it.

However, contrary to what you’d expected, nothing happens. No gunshot to your abdomen or knife to your neck.

Just a rather panicked “I’m sorry”.

You’re immediately drawn to the man who’d just bumped into you.

What a pleasant surprise.