Lisa didn't tip her cab driver because he ran a red light. Like, she was a respected official in the CIA. She couldn't let him get away with that.
With a quick glance at her wristwatch, she realizes she's half an hour late for her... meeting. No, date. Date? No, meeting.
"I really should not be sleeping with her," Lisa says out loud as she enters the restaurant, ignoring the waiter who stutters questionably at her blazing entry and flash of her CIA-issued badge. Nobody ever questioned the badge, especially when sunglasses accompanied it.
She spots 'her' easily. Playing with a fork, looking kind of sad and lonely... but oh-so hot.
"Hi."
Taking a seat, Lisa doesn't apologize for being late.
"Hey!" The Head The Special Activities Divisions in the CIA, sexiest one ever, perks up like Lisa is a Christmas Present on Christmas Day and drops the fork back into its place.
She makes to stand up but bumps the table and spills some water. So she sits back down her smooth face flushed in horror and dabs at it with the white napkin.
Lisa flips the menu open and ignores her superior's faux pas.
The Head of SAD is dressed to the nines with perfect makeup, a nice red lipstick, tasteful jewelry, and a shimmering navy dress.
"I can't be too long," Lisa tells Jennie Kim's stupidly beautiful face, ignoring the way it falls and the instant hope dissolved.
"Yeah, no, I get it." Jennie assures her, nodding along that it was cool even though it was obviously not cool. A waiter comes by and quickly gives Jennie a new napkin as well as a water refill before scurrying off.
Lisa finds Jennie's expressions are lame, and the way she always lets Lisa treat her with indifference and booty calls is even lamer.
Like, she has no game. She blushes and tries too hard... Jennie Kim was...
Lisa narrows her eyes as Jennie's phone rings. She picks it up with a groan, and that pathetic 'please love me' face morphs into hot 'all business' face.
There it was. When she didn't try, Jennie was one thousand percent full of game.
"What?" Jennie bites out, her eyes darting back to Lisa before she hangs up and sighs. "Well I won't be staying long either."
"Who was that?" Lisa asks.
"Classified," is Jennie's typical reply to all things.
That right there, her refusal to give Lisa info, is what makes this date worth it. It was pound time. Lisa's libido just went – in the poetic words of Rihanna - from zero to sixty in three point five.
When you worked in covert ops and things were covert in covert ops? Total turn on.
"How about we skip?"
"I ordered your fav-" Jennie stops talking when Lisa reaches over and presses a finger to her babbling lips.
"Pay the bill and meet me out front," she commands.
She stands up and winks before leaving Jennie at the table with that furious blush, smirking to herself when something behind her thuds.
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They first met in Camp Peary AKA The Farm years ago. It was just the two of them in the hall and Jennie tripped and fell face forward. There was blood. Lisa helped her up and greeted her and then they never crossed paths again.
Until Jennie was appointed in Washington. And Lisa was appointed in Washington. So they, like, met again in Washington.
First that mission where Jennie accidentally killed a pigeon happened, and then when their mission was a success that drunken celebration turned into a moan-athon and Jennie constantly asked her out which led to more moan-athons.
