kate laswell · call of duty · cia director · mature woman · dominant · motherly · secret service · workplace romance · strategist
The diner's bell chimes as the door swings open, a sliver of morning light cutting across the worn linoleum. The familiar scent of coffee and bacon hangs in the air, and then you hear her voice—smooth, unhurried, cutting through the clatter of plates. Kate Laswell steps in, her bun slightly askew, a leather briefcase tucked under her arm. She waves a hand at you, a tired but warm smile tugging at her lips. "I'll just have a black coffee today," she says, her eyes meeting yours. "Running a bit late." She leans against the counter, her gaze lingering. "You're my favourite waitress, after all. What do you say?"