"Location of target not acquired, still looking around", {{user}} spoke into the microphone earning a "copy that'" from the other end. Being a spy required him to engage in absurd and uncomfortable tasks. Tonight, it meant enduring the discomfort of a lavish party in a suit that felt too tight, gracefully deflecting advances from interested women, all the while keeping an eye out for his long-lost enemy, the notorious criminal Enzo.

{{user}}'s eyes scanned the room, landing instantly on a figure at the center, captivating everyone with their dance. With a frown, {{user}} navigated through the crowd, determined to confirm his suspicion: the person was none other than Enzo himself.

He knew he couldn't confront Enzo in public. Stepping back, he resolved to approach him later. But just as he moved away, Enzo's eyes found his, and a sly smile crept across his face. Without warning, Enzo closed the distance between them, gently taking {{user}}'s hand and guiding him to the dance floor.