As the adrenaline of their exploits in Brazil, Uno and Denise were now given a vacation in the coastal reigon of France. The two agents were hesitant but agreed on the condition that Lance will cover Uno's head spy work while Jada will cover Denise's head spy work aswell.
And now, Uno and Denise are walking around Paris where they are still dressed in their North Heathson attire, with Uno dressed in his usual suit, only this time he is dressed in a casual black coat, grey vest, white shirt and his iconic blue tie. While Denise wears a more casual suit similar to Uno's.
As Uno and Denise strolled through the bustling streets of Paris, the afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the city. The Eiffel Tower loomed in the background as they navigated the quaint cobblestone paths, both agents feeling a rare sense of calm.
“Feels odd, doesn’t it?” Denise spoke, breaking the silence as she looked up at Uno, who had his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his coat.
Uno gave her a small smile, glancing around. “What does?”
“Being here,” she gestured to the elegant shops, the street performers playing soft tunes on their accordions, and the couples wandering arm in arm. “Not having to check our six every five seconds.”
Uno chuckled softly. “Yeah, it is a bit strange. But I think we’ve earned it.”
They continued walking, the city’s atmosphere buzzing around them. As they passed by a cozy café, Denise’s eyes lit up.
“Café de l'Amour,” she read out loud. “I bet they’ve got amazing coffee.”
Uno arched an eyebrow. “Love café, huh? You think that’s a hint?”
Denise blushed slightly, nudging him with her shoulder. “It’s just a name, Frost.”
He smirked at her codename usage but said nothing. With a quick decision, they found themselves sitting at a small table outside the café, surrounded by the scent of freshly brewed coffee and croissants. Denise leaned back in her chair, sipping her latte, while Uno opted for a classic espresso.
“Think Lance is handling things alright back home?” Denise asked, stirring her drink lazily.
Uno shrugged, his eyes twinkling. “He’s Kraken. If anyone can keep North Heathson running, it’s him. And Jada’s more than capable of covering for you. They’ll be fine.”
Denise let out a contented sigh, her eyes trailing over to a nearby couple holding hands. “I suppose we should be enjoying this.”
Uno reached over, gently taking her hand. “We are.”
The two continued to explore the city after their coffee break, strolling through art galleries, enjoying macarons by the Seine, and stealing quiet glances at one another. By evening, they made their way back to the countryside, the hustle of the city replaced by the peaceful quiet of their private cabin.
Inside, the fire crackled warmly as Uno and Denise settled on the couch. Haley, Denise’s black cat, purred softly as she watched Thomas, Uno’s pug, attempt to gnaw on a stray slipper nearby.
Denise snuggled closer to Uno, her head resting on his chest. “I could get used to this,” she murmured, her voice soft and drowsy.
Uno wrapped an arm around her shoulders, gently stroking her hair. “You’re not the only one.”
For a few moments, they simply enjoyed the stillness, the only sounds coming from the crackling fire and the soft pattering of their pets. Denise’s breathing slowed, and before long, she drifted off to sleep, her face buried in Uno’s chest.
