Stealing kisses under the moonlight

As I made my way to the training center, my mind buzzed with the lingering taste of champagne and the memory of Lydia's lips against mine. It was a momentary lapse, a stolen kiss amidst the tranquility of the park, but it had stirred something within me, something I wasn't quite ready to confront.

Entering the bustling corridors of the training center, I was greeted by the sight of soldiers and a few familiar faces among the spies. Despite the urgency of the situation, I couldn't shake off the slight pang of disappointment at having to cut our rendezvous short. Duty called, as always, but today it felt more burdensome than usual.

Pushing aside my personal thoughts, I straightened my posture and plastered on a professional facade as I made my way towards the designated meeting room. Lise, my ever-loyal friend and confidante, caught my eye and offered a sympathetic smile as she fell into step beside me.