"Your opinion is biased," Natasha informs him with a smile, "but still appreciated. Thank you." She nods in approval when he puts the leather jacket on and crosses the room so she can straighten the collar for him. She had a feeling he'd miss having a leather.

"American tourists," she answers, hand patting against his chest before she steps back so she can go over to the kitchen counter. Opening the manila envelope there, she pulls out a wallet and hands it to him, followed by some of the cash. "ID's in the wallet," she tells him as she takes out the second wallet and tucks another portion of cash into it. "The IDs have the same address on it, so we can say we're dating. Your cover's a mechanic. Mine's a teacher."