Nayomi comes sauntering back to the table some three or so minutes later, a smile still on her face as she sat back down and not even bothering to check her purse. Clearly the agent had been primping a little after the kiss, her hair back in her bun, jade chopsticks holding it in place. “Sorry about that. There was a little bit of a crowd if you believe it or not. I thought we were at a intimate little club not a sporting event.” The Russian gave a small giggle at her own joke, immediately going to take a sip of her drink, delicate and pale fingers curling around the chill glass of the tumbler.<br/><br/>She savored the mix of vodka,kahlua and rich cream , Halix having no taste at all to speak of and the designer drug would of course only be amplified by the alcohol in the drink and already coursing through her system. Setting the tumbler down she let out another satisfied ‘ah’ after the sip, cupping her hands in front of her on the table and leaning forward slightly. Once more her small , perky breasts were nearly put on display as her eyes focused on the mercenary on front of her.<br/><br/>“Did you miss me? “She asks teasingly over the smooth sound that the jazz band was producing, the band still not even halfway done with their set. Some couples were already getting up and leav ing but even more stayed and chatted amongst themselves, one male sitting awfully rigid and suspiciously by himself. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to deduce what was going on there but Nayomi ignored that all. “So what is your little abode like? Does it suit your own rough looks or judging by the look of your clothes is it just as fancy as that smoking jacket you’re wearing?” Pearl-capped teeth showed once more, much too bright and much too straight.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>