The dim, golden light of the bar was shining on the crowd of dancers. Women and men were playing an anonymous act with their masquerade themed masks. Today, I was here for information. I worked for a secret agency at the FBI. Although, I didn't act like a goody.

I sat down at the bar, grimacing at the sticky cherry wood that was the counter. I ordered a red wine and fished out a large sum of money. I winked at the bartender and turned away, crossing my legs. I adjusted the ear pod I had placed behind my right lobe and pushed a thick strand of hair over my ear to cover it. I looked around and sipped my wine reflectively. My eyes narrowed as I noticed a dark figure sitting in the corner. He was smoking on a cigarette whilst a few men around him played cards.

I smirked to myself and adjusted the black mask around my eyes. It was laced with crimson and gold and some glitter.

I walked over to the group of men slowly. To my dismay, I had only gotten a glance from the mysterious figure. The rest of the men were drunk and interested. I smile at them, but they seem to be oblivious to my face. Perverts.

I walk over to the mysterious figure, my eyebrows raised. "Hello, Mr. Anonymous." I grin slyly and stand next to him as I am rewarded a gravelly laugh. I notice how bright his eyes are, like the sunlight hitting ocean waves as they lap into the shore.

His eyes harden to mask an expression that I can't decipher. A small smirk twitches at the corner of his lips as he looks down at me, his mask a dark royal blue with silver lining. "Mrs. Lovelace," he murmurs into the glass he holds as he brings the whisky to his lips. His scent is like cigarette and musk with worn off cologne. I look up at him, my eyes probably as wide as blackholes. "What a nice day it has been, hm?"

I giggle, the sound ridiculously high pitched. My eyes narrow as I watch him, a small smile on my lips. "Yes, it is indeed. The perfect time to plan something, no?" I say with the most innocence I could muster.

His mouth lowers to my ear as he slowly speaks into it. "Don't think I haven't seen your earplug, Love. I'm surprised you haven't even questioned as to why I know your name." he pulls back and leans against the wall to watch me, one hand around my waist as I am left speechless.