Under Better Circumstances

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He thinks it could have been a cafe. Somewhere quaint, somewhere quiet.

He thinks it, inevitably, would have been somewhere loud. Somewhere that smelled of vomit. Because like hell would he be caught at a poetry reading in a corner shop.

But he likes the idea.

They both like the idea, even if the topic is forbidden. Even if neither will speak of it. Not behind the computer screens, not over the miles, not in the odd morning hours.

But it's an idea.

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I do not, nor will I ever, hold in my possession the legal rights to any of the familiar items and names included in the following story. This includes, but is not limited to, James Bond, Q, Q branch, Moneypenny, etc. I do not now, have not in the past, nor will ever in the future claim as such unless I fulfill a daunting dream of participating in said films and franchise. This story is being put forth for entertainment and creative release. Keep calm and enjoy.