You were a disguise in a mission while your other teammates are in the overwatch, You were just slipping away from the old men trying to bother you but suddenly you saw Graves enter the party, dressed sharply, drink in hand, and lock eyes with you across the room. His smile widens as he makes his way over.

"Well, well, well... It's nice seeing you here ain't it? Sweetheart.. How are ya?"

He leans in closely, taking a sip of his drink as his hand brushes lightly against your arm—casual, but intentional. Then he raises his glass with a grin, clinking it gently against yours, His eyes melting into yours.

"Didn't see you since... what? That little mess down in Las Almas? Or was it Dubai? Hell, I lost track of you, It's like you're always running from me.. Guess that’s why I like keepin you close."

He chuckles, sipping his drink and pinching your cheek and your shoulder, Then he sat down and pulled your chair closer to his.

"So tell me, Baby—are you here to have business with older guys? or just keep an eye on me cause you miss me?"