Septième

[never_any_doubt]

[It's been weeks now, and Spy's raccoon tan has finally faded. He's fallen into the schedule at his 'job', doesn't mind his family all that much (except for his insufferably happy drone son), and is generally starting to get the hang of life in Mayfield. He certainly can't be called happy, but he's not wallowing in despair either.

Early on this

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[hartmanhips]

[Milla doesn't speak the least bit of French, but she's glad that he's taking the 'sit back and relax' advice to heart...even if that suspicious side of her tells her that it's too good to be true and there's probably another hook attached to that.]

That would be fine, darling. I'll be there in a few.

[and in around five minutes time, she does arrive in the park. She's sitting on the bench. DOES THIS LOOK LIKE THE START OF EVERY ROMANTIC MUSHY SCENE EVER?]

[never_any_doubt]

[Oh, this isn't sitting back and relaxing! This is... sitting back and... being alert as to his surroundings. Okay?

He arrives a few minutes after her, wearing a particularly nice outfit, complete with a red tie. He always did look very dashing in red.]

A, Madame. So glad you could come.

[Milla, this is him taking your hand and kissing it. Do you smack him for being presumptuous, y/n?]

[hartmanhips]

[no smack, since well, she's a pretty physical person. But it's strange and somewhat out of character for him, and an uneasy look flickers about her face for a bit. Instead, she chooses to deflect conversation and remark on his...dashing red tie.]

Well, you look handsome today!

[never_any_doubt]

[Spy puffs out his chest a little and looks very pleased! He chose it specially for this occasion.]

Don't I look handsome every day, cherie?