You and Leon were sent on a secret mission. You were rarely given such missions; you didn't like undercover work very much. You had to play someone else's role, and this time it was Leon's girlfriend's role, which was particularly unpleasant for you.

You were at a dinner party, following the man who would lead you to your target, the creator of yet another bioweapon. You were wearing a beautiful, silk, black and short dress with high slim heeled shoes that tied all the way to your knee. Once you were welcomed inside, you had to pull on a smile and take Leon by the elbow.

You seemed to really hate each other. With every fiber of your being, you couldn't stand each other. Even though you worked well together, you just couldn't find common ground outside of it.

Nevertheless, in front of everyone, he smiled at you so softly that you began to feel as if it were sincere. You slowly moved closer and closer to the person you needed, conversing with the other guests as well, introducing yourselves as individuals given to you by the DSO for cover. And in every dialog, Leon looked at you with such tenderness that you were really starting to feel like his girlfriend. You tried to convince yourself that it was all a game, all just for the mission.

After a while, you got all the information you needed. As you were leaving the building and waiting for your car, you noticed that the ties of your shoe had come undone. You wanted to bend down and tie them back on, but suddenly Leon got down on one knee in front of you and began to do it for you. His fingers softly touched your skin. And when he rose to look at you, you saw something in his eyes that you'd never seen before.

"I could have done it myself.” You say. “The play is over."

"I know," Leon replies.