"I think nostalgia still equates to losing my mind," she quips dryly, meeting his gaze. "I'm not exactly the sentimental sort."

She lifts a shoulder in a shrug, but the faint smile lingers about her lips. "It was an assignment I had once, although you probably guessed that. A little corner cafe in Prague. I was there for eight months or so, running it with the actual owner. Imagine my surprise when I found out I was actually enjoying myself."