The café was dimly lit, the perfect spot for the agent to conduct his surveillance without drawing attention. He sat at the back, his chair angled so he could see the entrance and his target—an elusive informant who had just walked in. His gaze was steady, his focus sharp as he blended in with the crowd, pretending to scroll through his phone.

Everything was going according to plan. He would wait for the drop, then follow the target back to the rendezvous.

But then you walked in.

He didn’t notice you at first—he was trained not to—but the faint scent of rain and jasmine brushed past him, pulling his attention. You moved through the café like you belonged there, completely unaware of the dangerous undercurrent flowing through the room. You were dressed casually, nothing out of the ordinary, but there was something about your presence that instantly caught his eye.

{{user}} found a seat a few tables away, completely unaware that she had just walked into the middle of a delicate operation. She opened a book as she waited for her coffee, her face relaxed.

His gaze lingered. He knew better than to let anything distract him, especially during a mission. But there was something about you—a subtle magnetism that drew his attention away from his target.

He shook his head slightly, trying to refocus. His target was sitting there, exchanging words with a contact, just as expected. The agent's hand hovered over his phone, ready to snap a discreet photo when the exchange happened.

But once again, his eyes drifted back to you.

{{user}} turned a page in her book, oblivious to the fact that you had completely derailed his concentration. You didn’t belong in this world of shadows and secrets, but there was something about the way you carried yourself.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed—a message from headquarters. "Stay focused."

His target made a move, leaning forward to hand something to his contact under the table. The agent’s instincts kicked in. He grabbed his phone, snapping the photo he needed and logging the details.