“I’m definitely going to need coffee to get through this briefing,” Natasha replied, watching as he disappeared back into the bedroom. Leaving the door open to clear out the steam, she pulled the towel off her head and hung it up before carefully dragging a wide toothed comb through her wet hair.

“No more, no less,” she agreed, smiling as he left. The smile soon faded as she stepped out of the washroom and caught sight of the clock. Sighing, she slipped into some clean clothes, comfortable jeans and a t-shirt for probably the last time in four months as well. Nadia was a professional and her wardrobe would consist mostly of skirt suits, most likely. Even on days off she was likely to be stuck with flimsy skirts, flowery sundresses, and far too high heels.

Blow drying her hair, Natasha kept her eyes on the clock as she quickly made herself presentable. Of course she timed it perfect so she reached the kitchen fifteen minutes later. No more, no less.