“Assassins, huh?” Helena chuckled and gently tucked his hair behind his ears. “That’s quite a date,” she said softly, examining his face. Her plan could still be salvaged. “Do you want to be ‘a thing,’ Cucciolo?” she asked with a shy smile.
“Yeah. I wouldn’t reccommend it.” He smiled, scooting closer to the woman on the couch. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind being a thing, mi amor.”
Cisco backup 