it’s not exactly her usual dive. correction: it hadn’t been. kara’s been frequenting lucky’s since her assignment began, the agency having put her undercover to bring in a man that’s been inciting violence among warring crime syndicates within the city. her objective? gain his trust and use it to gather evidence of his transgressions before bringing him in. it sounded simple enough at its inception...though she hadn’t previously considered the complications that could manifest from time spent with him. she hadn’t considered finding herself falling for him. how could she?
“what’s that smell?” eyes try to peer behind the bar as she approaches, despite knowing the aroma is coming from the kitchen around back. there’s a noticeable enthusiasm in her step, a sparkle in her eyes as she claims one of the empty stools. she’d like to assert that it’s part of the facade, that her excitement in seeing him is a tactic, but the truth of the matter is that seeing clint evokes joy, and she can feel it coursing her veins. oxytocin abound. you can’t fake that, no matter how skilled of an agent an individual be. therein lay the problem. a hand folds over the other, both resting casually upon the bar as she catches him in her gaze. “ -- more importantly, did you make extra for me?”
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