Budapest

Chapter 2:

Natasha: I arrived at my hotel, tipping the bellboy handsomely. The room was lavish, a part of my pay I had asked for in the beginning .  

 After getting as unpacked as I could without some housekeeping lady calling, I decided to go down to the pool to go over my intel.

 Clint: I arrived  at   hotel. Just after I was checked in, I was heading up to my room, when I ran into her.

 "Sorry," I said, "I'm so..." As I started looking at her, my words faded off. She was in a black bikini, a towel wrapped around her waist. She exposed perfect skin, a creamy tone in color. Her lips were big and curvy. Her eyes were a deep green, and cat like. Her hair was red and swept into a messy bun, red ringlettes  falling from it.

 "Uh, hi," I said stupidly.

 "Hi," she said, smiling sideways at me. She was beautiful.

 "Uh, sorry," I said again, not sure what to say next.

 "It's not problem," she said. Her voice was American. Smooth. "So uh, is there a pool here?" I asked, trying to make conversation.

 "No, I just like walking around in bikinis in hotel lobbies," she said. It took me a moment too long to get it. When she noticed she laughed quietly. It was cute.

 "Anyway, I'll let you get back to that," I said. Mission my mind reminded me. And I left, without getting the beautiful   woman's name.

 Natasha: He was cute. But I chose not to dwell. I had too much to worry about to think of a guy.

 I went down to the pool and started going over the intel. The Gala would be at this hotel, which was a bit much I had to admit. It was beautiful  though.

 I decided to go over to set up my sniper rifle by the Danube Promenade, where our intel said the trade would take place. I found an area, up above, where there weren't many people. The amount  of  dust that gathered on the floor told me that.

 Just as I was setting up the gun was when I heard him.

 "I thought you'd  be here Natalia."