The familiar lavender smell served as a reminder that he had returned to that beautiful place he called home, even if it were just for a moment and a mere imitation.
He reveled in it, enjoying the memories as they flitted by.
"What's the mission this time?" Isabella asked playfully as she set the table.
Alex replied. "Top secret, just know it's gonna be a headache for the team."
He tried to steal a fruit from the fruit platter but Isabella was quick to swat his hands away, eyeing him for a moment before going ahead to respond.
"Oh come on, I don't believe that. You are the smartest spy I know, there's no problem you cannot solve, no criminal you cannot catch."
"Well, my dear wife, not all problems can be solved with smarts. We require brains and brawn."
"I see," Isabella muttered before proceeding to sit next to him, her process of setting the table half-finished.
"What?"
"Tell me."
"Huh?"
