The patisserie is small but bustling, and Natasha orders a pain au chocolat and an espresso of her own. She drops a kiss on his jaw after he pays. It's a nice morning. She likes the look of the sun, the way people are milling around and enjoying each other's company. Being able to preserve these moments for people is one of the reasons why she's stayed in the field as long as she has. But it's nice, to have some quiet every once in a while.

"Have you never met a Frenchman?" she quips as she looks over at him with a smirk. "I'm pretty sure they do."