Martini and Salsa 1.5: Sent a spy to catch a break

Cynthia was ruby in the face. The fast pace and not knowing the steps kept her very much on her toes. Though she was catching her breath, her smile was much more obvious. It had been exhilarating and she definitely wanted to do that again. "Can't promise that," she teasingly whispered before the owner came over with his complements.

As Cynthia was passed over to the millionaire that was not a sheik she smiled at him politely. "I do hope you're not planning on showing off as well." She was rewarded with a laugh. It seemed that Omar wasn't quite as fast on his feet, but he knew his dance floor and the music was at a quick tempo. Cynthia kept up for the most part and the few missteps she made Omar either didn't catch or was too polite to comment on. Why couldn't all those boring weddings she'd been to before had dancing like this?

Despite the fast pace of the dancing and the unfamiliarity of it all, Cynthia was not fully focused on the floor and her dance partner. She was aware of her surroundings, moreso then she would have been a few days before. The little games Josh had been playing with her was getting her to be much more conscious of everything around her.
 
After the dance Josh stepped back onto the floor to take Cynthia's hand and lead her to the table once Omar had said his farewells. "I give you four and a half stars." he said "Goes up to five if you point out who I clinked glasses with halfway through."

Back to the game, and just a short break before resuming their own dances, and Josh made sure there was something for Cynthia to drink, just water this time.

"Definitely going to have to dance with you again where I can actually teach you and he can put a few hours into it without interruption." He was leaning back, relaxed, in charge of himself and his surroundings. "Will take a little while to get you up to my level but it will be fun."
 
"Five stars, hm? Well I can't say I saw you clink glasses, but you were holding your glass up to our oh too obvious security guard," Cynthia said as she sipped her water. Cynthia actually surprised herself on how relaxed she was with his question. She half expected it, but it was interesting how it was starting to become habit.

"I'm looking forward to it," she knew it wouldn't be for a while. There would be training soon after vacation. Unless they did just do a few lessons while on vacation. The idea was pleasant. It wasn't really work after all, and they'd both be enjoying themselves. Once they got to the island and they figured out what they did want to do there she could suggest it for a few hours to kill.

It was nice to get off her feet for a while though, she had to admit that. "So did you know how to dance before you got extra lessons?" she asked casually. She wondered if he ever danced in his past life, or liked it, or if the training to be as good as he was now help his enjoyment of dancing.
 
"I had never danced in my life... well except..." he grinned and looked away covering his mouth. "You're not going to believe this, I'd forgotten.."

He didn't spill the good just yet, he waited for the color to drain from his hidden cheeks before he looked back at Cynthia. "Forget that I can convince a man I'm his own brother.. provided hes drunk and half blind.. " that had been a fun bit of improvisation "And can drive anything with wheels, tracks, rotors, or wings." rockets were not available.. yet... "The biggest achievement of my lifetime and what I will always be remembered for. 2nd place in the Richmons county fair square dancing competition." He held up his finger "True story.. though I think it was out of comedic value... My uncle was so tall compared to me we gave up reliably trying to hook arms and his just put his hand on my hat..." He shook his head. "Your turn for a story."
 
Cynthia covered her mouth and snickered, the thought of a young Josh with his idealized uncle spinning around each other was very amusing indeed. She took another sip of her water after a moment and leaned back, obviously trying to think of a story of equal value to share.

"Alright, though I don't think this is a fair trade for you," she grinned at him. "So being the youngest I was always trying to catch up to my sisters who obviously had a few years head start on me on anything we learned. I suppose I was about four or so when Rebecca had one of those father daughter dances at school. She wanted to practice so bad, every day from the time she found out about it. Well a few weeks before the dance Dad had a business trip to go to. Since she had no one to practice with she made me practice with her. I had been watching them all those weeks, horribly uncoordinated and before had never had any interest, little kid attention spam after all, but because my big sister was doing it, oh I was interested. Apparently when Dad came back home a week later I tried to tell him that he wasn't going to the dance I was." Cynthia then shrugged.
 
"And now you're the dancer you are today." he said with a smile before taking a sip of water. "Ats somehow amazing how a lifetime hobby can start from something so small." He put his glass down. "Can you use a sword." he asked her. "Fencing, I'm not talking about actual combat..." he looked at her "Its one of the things I'm not very good at... lack of practice." he furrowed his brow and held up his glass looking into the clear liquid. "I don't think I've ever tasted this water before..." he said "Its not mineral water and it doesn't have the usual sterilization agents nor fluoride."

It was an odd subject of bring up at a dance. "I think its filtered spring water." he took another sip before putting the glass down again. The next tons was ending and Josh turned to look out at the dance floor before refilling their water glasses.
 
"Fencing? I've done stage fighting, though that's a bit different, all for the show, completely choreographed. It's fun though, especially once you get the wrist motion," Cynthia grinned, fondly recalling a few stage productions. "Honestly never gave classic fencing much thought."

Cynthia lifted an eyebrow and glanced at the glass as Josh pondered the state of their water. She was so use to what passed as water in LA that when they first got to the islands she noticed the marked improvement of the water. It didn't have the aftertaste of city water. She did not give much thought to the differences beyond that.

"Thank you," she told him as he refilled her glass. She glanced at the dance floor then back at Josh. It wasn't more then two words, unless she got the wrong grammar, which was entirely possible considering the poor source material, but it should work none the less. "Szeretnék táncol.​"
 
Josh froze and raised an eyebrow. "Táncolni? Lehet, hogy álmodom, vagy meghalt, és ez a mennyország. Kérjük kedves kezdjük, mielőtt ébredek." Seems like Josh was playing to win. He took her hand and walked with her back onto the dance floor. "In two weeks I could have you speaking any regional accent you choose."

This dance was one of faster tunes and Josh picked it us instantly and adjusted his steps to Cynthia's level. "You know I haven't enjoyed a dance like this in a long time...." While his surface was as unflapped as ever beneath he was drawing out conclusions, there were subtle hints that his mind was working but what there was nothing to say what it was.

She spoke Hungarian, that means she knew he had given it a practice round before asking her to dance.. what else would she look up? What could she infer? What were her reactions? As the dance wore on he became steadily more distracted.
 
"Two weeks? Sounds like some intense studying." Cynthia wasn't intimidated, she just saw this as yet another challenge. She was proud of herself though, she had caused Josh to pause. Tonight seemed to be his turn for surprises. It was a vacation he wasn't likely to forget, this was for sure, even with a photographic memory.

Cynthia smile broadened, she was glad he was enjoying his time with her on the dance floor. She got only the faintest impression once or twice that his mind was somewhere else, but she couldn't be quite sure, and it didn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. "I'm enjoying myself tremendously myself," she admitted to Josh, and how could she not really?

The night, nor the dance, could not go on forever though.
 
The dance ended and and band began packing up. "Seems we should head back." he said retrieving his jacket from the chair and stood draping the jacket over her shoulders and putting his arm around her walking towards the door. "Almost a pity theres not another night."

He lapsed back into thought letting his feet guide him to the suite. One more night and... what? a kiss under the moonlight? he could do that now. It was a good thing there wasn't another night. There would be more distractions on the island.

"One last night on the balcony?" he offered, he wasn't sure why "A minute or two."

If he got flustered like this in the field they'd both be dead. Good thing he could hide it.
 
Cynthia held on to the opening of the jacket as Josh led her out. She could tell it had been recently laundered and she had a fleeing thought that it was ashame. "A little, but I'm looking forward to what comes next."

As they walked she though that tonight had gone very nice, even if the spotlight had caused her a brief moment of panic. Josh was a large reason that went as well as it did, she knew it, and she was just glad he was as quick as he was.

When he suggested the balcony, Cynthia looked up at him and nodded. "That sounds lovely," they would not be on the water at night after this most likely, though she suspected there would be a wonderful view on the island from their suite there. As they walked out to their balcony Cynthia realized this vacation was definitely working its magic, she was relaxed, and she had started to wonder if she ever would be again.
 
He opened the sliding door and let the cool night air in letting it wash over him. "I'll get water..." he moved to the minifridge and got a bottle and two glasses. "Its been quite the night." he was getting repetitive, so he changed tack. "And I've never had one like this. So thank you for a first." he walked out and took his seat looking out over the water. The moon was retreating behind the cloud leaving the see a shining mass of darkness. He didn't talk, but he tapped his knee in a slow tempo then softly began to sing.

Kossuth Lajos azt üzente,
Elfogyott a regimentje.
Ha még egyszer azt üzeni,
Mindnyájunknak el kell menni,
Éljen a magyar szabadság,
Éljen a haza.

Esik esô karikára,
Kossuth Lajos kalapjára,
Valahány csepp esik rája,
Annyi áldás szálljon rája!
Éljen a magyar szabadság,
Éljen a haza.

There was no reason for it other than Cynthia had brought Hungarian to mind and he liked the song.
 
Cynthia sat down and looked up at the sky as Josh went back to get some water. She wasn't thinking of anything in particular, she just let the night wash over her. She didn't look over at him until he spoke, and then she have curled onto her side to look at him. "I should be the one thanking you, but you're welcome."

When he started to sing she tilted her head. For some reason Josh singing honestly surprised her. There was something very basic about singing, and yet for the sophisticated spy she wouldn't have pictured it. This wasn't some amazing awesome skill, it was just about anyone did, no matter how skilled they were. The words didn't matter as much as the fact that he felt comfortable to sing in her company. She said nothing once he was just, she just sat there smiling at him.
 
Josh sung again, same song, slightly changed words. Then he lapsed into silence. He looked at her while she was in mid-yawn and smiled. "You should go to bed." he said. "We both should..." he sat up and stretched offering her his hand to help her up. He then trooped into the living area and left the door open as he opened his bedroom door.

He lingered in the doorway turning to looks at her and give her another smile. "See you in the morning... if you need anything before the morning my door is unlocked."

He realised just too late that that may have counted as hitting on her but he was already in his room and closing the door. He pulled of his shirt and flopped onto his bed and looked at the ceiling... it looked like another sleepless night.
 
Cynthia snickered as he caught her yawning. He was right it was time to get some sleep. She walked with him back inside and then went to her door. She glanced back at him as he said good night. "Thank you," she said before another yawn caught up with her. Cynthia ten gave a wave and walked into her room, mildly pondering why he said what he did.

It was sweet in any case, and with that thought she got herself undressed and ready for bed. As she laid in bed, falling asleep she hummed a little of the song Josh had been singing. She wondered what it was about. She'd have to find out sometime soon. With happy thoughts she fell asleep, none the wiser of what was going on in the other room.
 
The alarm went off and Cynthia's feet were on the floor before she even had her eyes fully opened. Turning off the alarm before it squawked more then twice she looked around her room. Grabbing her toiletry bag and a change of cloths she headed to the bathroom.

Her destination was the same as the morning before, the gym. As she entered she looked around expecting to see Josh. When she didn't she wondered what he was up to. She then started her warm up. A good nights sleep, coupled with a good combination of rest and play made Cynthia more then ready to tackle the new day. This was the last day they would be in the cruise ship and by that evening they would be on the island. It was the end of one portion of the vacation, but they still had a lot of time left.

Cynthia got off a stair machine and was about to look at the time when the phone that she had taken out of her pocket rang. She grabbed a towel as she answered the phone. "Hello?"
 
Josh was still in his room, he had finally manages to get to sleep as the sun was coming up and woke up with the suite empty. He had a cold shower and contemplated going to the gym.. but he was too dead on his feet. He needed coffee and breakfast...

He dressed quickly not taking note of what he was throwing on and make his way to the tables on deck alone looking like he'd spent all night wresting a bear. It wasn't a flattering look. His eyes were bleary and if he hadn't been on holiday he'd never forgive himself for allowing himself to get into this state.

A pot of coffee and an English Breakfast.... sounded like heaven.
 
While the voice on the other end of the line didn't surprise Cynthia, the fact that Daddy Dearest called her did. Still though she didn't find herself anxious hearing her boss' voice.

"It's going pretty good," she told Daddy as she started to head out of the gym. "Its been relaxing and educational."

Peas she started climbing up a flight of stairs she blinked. "I guess he's taking the rest and relax motto of a good vacation seriously. You don't need to talk to him do you?" Cynthia found herself just a bit protective of Josh's holiday and was glad that there wasn't anything urgent that Daddy needed from him.

"I'm heading to breakfast. No I don't mind at all. Alright, bye." Cynthia couldn't fathom how, but she felt like she gave Daddy a lot more information then just what she said. Cynthia didn't think it was paranoia, it was something that itched at the back of her mind though as she put the phone back in her pocket and headed out to the little patio where breakfast was being served.
 
He waved to her when he saw her coming towards the tables. He was halfway though eating an a mug and a half of coffee down. He took it clack with only a little sugar. "Good morning." he said cutting a piece of bacon and stuffing it into his mouth chewing hungrily. "Sorry about gym this morning." he said pushing a pair of binoculars towards her. "I overslept.."

It was not an excuse he could use often he was usually awake in time no matter how many time zones he crossed. But that was on a mission, this was vacation, supposedly. "Twenty degrees off our port bow. The H.M.S. Illustrious an her escort.. her crew call her 'Lusty' and shes one of the Royal Navy's most advanced carriers... not much to see from over here, but we'll get closer..."
 
Cynthia shook her head as Josh apologized. After all they were on vacation. If he wanted to sleep in he was welcomed to it, though she wasn't sure he slept well. She took the offered binoculars and looked out in the direction indicated. She gave a low whistle. "That's a pretty fine vessel," she admitted wondering just how close they were going to get. She was not well versed in military equipment, but she was sure Josh would be willing to point out a few things to her.

Setting down the binoculars she sat and a waiter showed up on the spot to take her order, the same as she had yesterday. Once the man was gone she turned to her partner. "Are we really going to get close enough to wave?" she asked with a smirk.
 
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