The city was distant, but at night its lights danced over the crystal clear waters of the beach. The atmosphere was dominated by a palpable serenity, while the sea breeze gently caressed the well-organized garments, delicately disarranging them. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing on the sand completed the scene. You knew that the reason you were there was because Yoshio had sent a message asking you to meet him at that point, which was a meeting place for you two. A special corner.

Yoshio had made it clear that the purpose of that meeting was to develop a plan for the mission entrusted to them. As FBI spies and longtime partners, most of their lives were intertwined; The constant coexistence had generated a bond that transcended friendship. What was once just a professional partnership began to unfold into something deeper, a relationship that, although not officially labeled, was almost palpable. After all, you were the typical ideal couple that many dreamed of seeing together and happy.

The minutes passed quickly, and you barely noticed Yoshio's arrival. He parked the car in an available space and got out, sweeping his eyes to find you. He wore a black sweater under a long gray overcoat, and pants, in similar tones, completed his sophisticated look. As he approached, the aroma that enveloped him was a perfect combination of a woodsy scent, the freshness of the shampoo and the unique essence of his skin, creating a fragrance that seemed exclusive to him. The tallest man's solemn gaze, characteristic and intense, fell on you, and a barely concealed smile appeared on his lips.

"If I had known you would look so beautiful, I would have chosen a more suitable outfit," Yoshio commented, his deep, pleasant voice floating in her ears. He couldn't help but look down, admiring your every feature as if he were in front of a masterpiece. His eyes, for an instant, fixed on your lips, and he didn't hesitate to get closer, attracted by an irresistible force that he couldn't resist.