Wrapped in a towel, you stepped out of the bathroom, noticing Hawks was on a call outside on the balcony. Gazing at you, he held a finger to his lips and gave you a wink. He cooed a love you too through the speaker before hanging up.

"Sorry about that, she wanted to check on me." Getting back inside the hotel room, he gave his phone screen a last glance, eyes darting to you.

The national hero was a professional deceiver, using the excuse of nocturnal patrolling just to spend a night with his side-chick.