An Apology [Commander X Eva]

The trusted lieutenant of the Allied forces was filing paperwork. As always, it was tremendously boring and yet important depending on who's asking. The stacks filed high with each other like skyscrapers, separated by street-like gaps that made the desk form like a city but nobody sane enough was to become its architecture nor its overseer, all except for Eva McKenna who seemed to had been doing such a feat as therapy in a way.

The night of the celebration and she was stood up by the Commander. She suddenly stopped, a pile of paperwork hovering in the air for a few seconds before it was plopped down on the desk as she smiled and laughed hysterically, pounding the table and finally collapsing her head on her two hands placed on the desk. How could've been a fool? The Commander to be interested in her instead of the Commando Agent Tanya Adams.

Granted it was a fun bet wondering as to whom the Commander was more interested in; they were good partners-in-command but she should've figured it was all professional. Sniffing in self-pity, she fixed her posture before the bottom of a dress uniform had caught her glaze and was shocked to see the face of Commander John Doe smirking down back at her. She fixed a lose strand of her blonde hair away from her face and **** a smile.

"Commander, how was the party?" She began.

"It was quite wonderful, but I was trying to find you in the party. Where were you last night?" The lieutenant leaned in, her smile everso forceful.

"I was waiting at a bar, Commander. Waiting for you."

"Ah, apologies but I had an errand to run that night."

"Was it special agent Tanya? I saw her that night with you, at the same bar." John's face was frozen in a combination of horror and a smile as the lieutenant grabbed a few files, stood up, and tried to leave if it wasn't for an arm held by the Commander.

"If you let me explain for a sec-"

"I'm not at all offended, Commander." She turned her face at the war hero, it was now deadpan but the eyes communicated understanding in a way, "We're all professionals here, and it wasn't mine to intrude in another's personal life anyway."

She tried to go once more but John's grip was still strong and prompted her to listen out.

"If I can say sorry in one way, will you allow me?"

The lieutenant turned her back around, thinking and giving the thought some time. Then she blurted out her answer.