[It's been a long time since Natasha and Eames have run into each other. Twenty five years? Maybe thirty. Long enough to feel like a long time, even for her, and while she's still on the young side by the standards of their kind, she's hardly an infant.
She remembers him, though. He wasn't so easy to forget, with his flirty, easy manner and his baffling warm skin.
Natasha was wilder back then, but she can still look on the time fondly. Fondly enough that she doesn't hesitate to approach him when they run into each other at a party in Berlin.]
Hey. That's a familiar face.
[Her hello is mellow, not expecting him to remember her.]
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She remembers him, though. He wasn't so easy to forget, with his flirty, easy manner and his baffling warm skin.
Natasha was wilder back then, but she can still look on the time fondly. Fondly enough that she doesn't hesitate to approach him when they run into each other at a party in Berlin.]
Hey. That's a familiar face.
[Her hello is mellow, not expecting him to remember her.]