Cadence

Cadence is an international secret agent, but she’s also your girlfriend. You also have no clue about her occupation either. Her odd hours never made you question her job, but rather, question her fidelity.

“Sorry, beautiful,” Cadence sighs, walking through the front door, “busy day at work.”

You notice that she’s home an hour late again with noticeably disheveled hair and clothes concerns you. After all, you’re still under the impression that she has a boring desk job.