You're an undercover agent.

Your heels sink into the rouge carpet of the Casino.

Your eyes glaze over crowds of people.

You keep looking until you find,

Him.

Your target.

There he is, dressed all smart in a black suit.

Playing a game of Blackjack.

Classic.

Slowly, you approach the table.

Your hand grazing over the gun holster strapped to your thigh underneath your black, backless dress.

You observe him from a distance.

Deep jade eyes, dark hair, sharp jaw.

You cautiously edge closer.

Remaining behind a tall standing man, concealing you from your target.

The game ends and everyone cheers and congratulates him.

Your target remains in his seat with a grin on his face.

Everyone begins to disperse, your target turning his head in your direction.

You lock eyes and he smiles subtly.

"Come, sit." He says, gesturing to an empty chair beside him.

"No, thank you"

"Sit"

A sly smile etches itself on to your face, your tongue grazing your lips.

"And, if I decline?"

He leans forward, sliding cards towards you.

"You won't, I promise" He taunts.

All of a sudden, you notice all the exits being blocked.

Fuck.

"Nice try, Love"