a/n: Argh I really hate making you guys wait. I'm so sorry! I'll try to update more!

Disclaimer: Me? Own Detective Conan? HAHA NICE JOKE.

Prompt: Dinner

I was bored. As in, legitimately bored. This was, by far, the most boring mission ever. Out of all the jobs, I had to take this one. The recon. While Ran was probably kicking butt with Shinichi in some abandoned warehouse or something, I got recon. I only took it because I thought it would mean us on rooftops, spying on others with super cool gadgets and binoculars and spy cameras but NOOOOOO – all you have to do is apparently sit and meet the target.

B – O – R – I – N – G.

I checked my watch for like the gazillionth time. He's late. Great. I mentally took note of that. Target is not punctual. He was supposed to be here like five minutes ago. Sheesh. How inconsiderate.

B – O – R – E – D.

I like the clothes they provided with me though. A backless, glittery turquoise dress that shaped my figure. And I loved my hair. I never thought my hair would look so nice with a perm. It was flowy and bouncy. I had a nice necklace too. It fit perfectly around my slender neck and matched the dress. The bracelets were a nice touch. They weren't too complicated but not too simple either. And the shoes. I loved the shoes. One-inch heels that looked beautifully elegant. I squirmed in my seat. Seriously…this was taking forever…

"Psssst. Stop fidgeting."

I scowled, a look of annoyance crossing my face. Stupid earbuds. Why did we have to wear them?

"Stop scowling. It doesn't look ladylike."

"And what do you know about ladylike, Mr. Smarty-Pants?" I grumbled. I hated these earbuds. Not only was it torturous to have to spend the entire week with him for this mission, I also had to listen to his annoying voice in my head 24-7. Come on, give a woman a break here! Even a CIA agent could only take so much.

"Pssst! He's coming!"

I immediately removed the scowl on my face, straightened in my seat and gave a small smile, taking the cup of wine in front of me and taking a small sip. I looked away from the entrance of the classy restaurant and appeared to be staring off into space.

"There. He's entered. He's spotted you. Look at him and give him a little wave."

I rolled my eyes. We've went through this routine several times. I think I knew what to do by now. I turned my head towards the door, prepared to give a false, plastic smile…

And stopped. I almost dropped my wine glass.

Oh. My. Gosh.

He was HOT.

I'm not even kidding. He was gorgeous. He had black hair so dark that I didn't even think that kind of black even existed! His hair was short and somewhat mussed, which made him look even more attractive. He had light skin that matched perfectly with his hair. And he was looking around with an air of confidence that made me just believe in him. I was expecting a boring 50-year old client, but this…this was so much better.

"Sonoko! Sonoko, what are you doing! You're gaping like a fish! Wave!"

I continued to gape. This…this was the target? Nonononono…impossible. CIA can't want to investigate someone that handsome. What could that guy possibly do wrong? He was drop-dead gorgeous. I wondered if he was single. Probably not. Someone that sexy couldn't possibly have no girlfriend yet.

"Sonoko wave to him! He's looking for you!"

This was going to be fun. Screw whatever I said a while ago about recon being the most boring job ever. Waiting for guys this handsome is worth any wait. If these are the kind of people I'd meet everyday, then I'd do recon forever.

"SONOKO WAVE!"

I snapped out of my daydream and gave a little wave. He looked at me and gave a little smirk. My heart jumped. He was even cuter when he smirked. He strode over to my table and knelt on the floor, taking my hand. "Hello, beautiful." He whispered, kissing the back of my hand. I brought my other hand to my mouth and gave a small giggle. He was so…charming.

"So." He said, taking the seat across from me. "You're supposed to be the girl, right? The one who was supposed to meet with me for some 'business', right?" He looked at me. His eyes were a shade that matched his hair. "You're pretty. Too pretty to do business with."

I felt heat rise to my cheeks. "Don't hit him. He's the target." He told me again. I had half a mind to throw the earbud away. Hit him? Pffft – I wanted to kiss him for saying that.

"Ah-um…Th-thank you." I said, stuttering. I tucked a lock of blond hair behind my ear.

"So!" He said, leaning back into his chair. "Business!"

"Ah! Yes." I said. "Well, you see, I've read up on your company, and-"

"What do you want?"

"S-sorry?"

He leaned forward. "What do you want?"

"Ah – my company was hoping that you could endorse our product, and well, there's a lot of things to discuss, including-"

"Done!"

"Wh-what?" I was lost. I didn't understand anything one bit. So much for being in control.

"Whatever you want, done. Now. Screw business. Let's have fun."

"Sir! I-"

"Please, call me Haku. Haku Kobayashi." He gave me a huge smile. "And you are…?"

"Sonoko. Sonoko Suzuki. We really should-"

"Sonoko! Beautiful name! Well Sonoko, let's go and have fun!" He beamed.

"But – but there's so many papers to sign, and-"

"Give them to me tomorrow! I'll sign everything." His eyes brightened as a new song came on. "Come on, I love this song! Let's dance!"

"Wha-But!" I protested as he grabbed my hand and dragged me off onto the dance floor.

"Sonoko! What are you doing? This is a recon mission, not party time!"

"I-I know!" I yelped as we got to the dance floor in the middle of the room. "I-"

"Do you know how to tango?" Haku asked, grabbing my hand and my waist.

"N-no! I can't dance! We must really get back to business!" I said, trying to get back in control.

He brought me closer to him, pressing our bodies together. "Just. Follow. Me."

And we danced.

It was the best time of my life.

It was all a blur. I remember twirling, spinning, being lifted into the air, and just moving with him. It was amazing. In the distance, somewhere in the back of my mind I heard a crackling, static voice telling me to stop and get back to the music, but I didn't care. For once, I didn't care. I just danced.

After the song, we stepped out of the floor, with people clapping for us everywhere. I was so embarrassed.

"…Fun, right? A lot better than business." He said, staring at me with those black, black eyes. I stared back at him. He was beautiful. Beautiful. He moved closer to me. Our faces were so close…

"Oops! Sorry sir."

Haku jumped back as a waiter bumped unceremoniously into him, spilling soup all over his tuxedo. The waiter bent down and picked up the broken bowl shards on the floor, fixing his glasses. Oh no. He did not just. No. No. I glared at him, staring holes at the backs of his head. If looks could kill, he'd be dead in an instant.

Wait…was that…?

OH. GOSH.

HE WAS SO DEAD.

"Sorry sir. Please clean up in the bathroom, which is on the door to the left. Thank you." He said, picking up everything and throwing it into the trash can nearby.

"Makoto…." I seethed. That jerk. Jerk! He just had to!

"Ma'am, are you alright?" He said in that annoying, monotonous, emotionless voice of his. He bent closer to me and whispered "Meet me at the car."

Before I could do something sensible like punch his face into the ground or throw him on one of the tables, he turned and left, leaving me looking at his head with enough rage to explode a volcano.

"Ah…I'll go to the bathroom first." Haku muttered, running of to the men's washroom.

I angrily grabbed my purse off the table we were sitting at and stormed off to the exit, grumbling and muttering all the way. That jerk. Jerk!

I saw him leaning against the car, still in his 'waiter' outfit. He jerked his head and got in the driver's seat. I muttered obscenities as I got in the shotgun seat, slamming the door hard.

…Silence…

"…WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" I yelled at him.

He continued driving, eyes straight ahead and spoke in a calm, unfazed voice. "The mission was for you to gain information about the target by meeting him. You got carried away. You did not get any information. You were supposed to take his documents on his illegal dealings. You did not. You were being seduced by the target when it was supposed to be the other way around. You have failed your mission, so I decided to terminate it. We will be assigning another agent to this mission, and you will be reassigned."

I gave a small, triumphant smirk. "What makes you say that I didn't get the documents?" I asked.

Now he looked at me with interest. "Well…you were too busy dancing, weren't you?"

I gave another grin. "Do you know how easy it is to steal something from someone's pocket when he's too busy dancing?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You didn't."

Unzipping my purse, I waved a bunch of papers in front of his face. "I did."

He smiled. "…Nice." He gave a bigger grin. "Almost makes up for you dancing with him…" he said.

"What?"

Makoto's head snapped to me. "Ah…I think I was thinking aloud. Never mind me." He avoided eye contact and kept his eyes straight ahead.

The corner of my eyes twitched upwards. "Makoto Kyogoku…were you jealous?"

I saw the color of his cheeks turn a shade of red. "Wh-what makes you say that?"

"You were, weren't you! You were jealous when I danced with him!" I squealed, laughing out loud.

"No! I wasn't! Why-why would I be jealous?" His voice was going higher and higher by the second.

"Gasp! That must be the reason you 'bumped' into him! You probably just did it so we so we wouldn't kiss!" I said, bouncing up and down in delight at his obvious discomfort.

"Sh-shut up!" He said, his right hand tugging on the collar of his shirt.

"MAKOTO WAS JEALOUS! MAKOTO WAS JEALOUS!" I yelled.

"Keep quiet!" He hissed.

I laughed. If this was what recon missions were like everyday, I'd take them in a heartbeat.

a/n: Tada! This was my longest story yet. Thanks for being patient everyone. Please review! Thanks!