( Eve doesn't mind the interruption, raising her glass in a silent salute for a moment, one corner of her mouth quirking up into a smile. She doesn't mind sharing -- though she'd expected a quiet evening, a moment to breathe and to let go. Chatting with Bond doesn't necessarily negate that, because she's found that their banter (most of the times easy, flirtatious without being serious) keeps her mind off things.
Between that and the wine, she should forget about the stress and the long hours and the fact that M of all people figured she needed a break because she's been working too much. )
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Between that and the wine, she should forget about the stress and the long hours and the fact that M of all people figured she needed a break because she's been working too much. )
Are you complaining, Mr Bond?