โFriday night. No suit, no meetings, just me, the stars, and whatever cosmic nonsense the universe is serving. Apparently Mars is in retrograde and thatโs why the coffee machineโs been acting up. Sure, Jupiter. Blame the planets.โ
The way the Widow spoke and behaved around the man signaled she seemed to know he wouldnโt argue with her, and thatโs a reason why she respected him so much.
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She shook her head, โI chose you as my partner for this, because I like the way you work. Youโre honest, and donโt try to make your faults look pretty.โ
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natalia gave the girl a nod, humoured. perhaps this newfound friendship really ๐ธ๐ข๐ด worth the hustle-and-bustle of the city.
then, she chuckled. "oh, a date? well, that changes things. i'll be dressing to impress, looking forward to it, hardy."
"i'm honoured," she gave a small laugh. "hate going downtown myself, but the best food is always there."
"you even know who you're talking to? i'm the best dressed avenger, you know i can out-dress anyone."
"well ... almost anyone."
ใ ๐ฎounds like a plan, Widow. I'll bear going downtown for ๐ฆอ๐อ๐ข. ใ
Her smile matched by the Cat's own. She couldn't remember the last time she had a girl's night, so this was a welcome change of pace.
ใ I'll be sure to dress to the nines, and you do the same.แ ใ
"oh, i do know a good place downtown." she responded, her index on her chin as she suggested it. "great place for a girl's night."
her smirk extended, showing teeth now. "come on, cat, i'll pay."
ใ ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ.แ We most certainly do, red. ใsaid the Cat, throwing her a wink. ใ So, it sounds like we've got a plan.แ We pick up some dinner, your ๐อ๐อ๐อ๐อ๐อ๐ obviously... ใ
As she trailled off, she nudged the spy's shoulder with her own.
ใ And then, we plot revenge. ใ