She sipped her jasmine tea thoughtfully. Swirling it momentarily in an attempt to either cool the contents somewhat, or stave off her growing boredom. She found herself wishing it was vodka inside the paper cup with Her 'name' carefully hand printed on the white lid. Hey even a good red wine was preferable.

It's not that Felicity hated her new job, to the contrary she enjoyed it much more than she ought to. She did hate the way her peers acted. She never thought this line of work was beneath her. Why these women were fighting over who is better or worse or trying to put each other down never made sense to her. After years of computers and electronics and working mostly with men and machines this was a vastly different world.

She had gone into bloomingdales and applied on a whim. She never had an interest in this feild, however she did posess a killer eye for colour. It hadn't been her goal to do so, yet she excelled quickly.

It wasn't a career choice, so much as a fleeting thought that stuck. Still she was proud to wear the white coat.

It felt familiar even though their definition of a 'computer' was way off. Thank God they started calling it a diagnostic last year. She was drawn in by how very clean it seemed, almost methodical, and it was the number one brand to work for.

She fit right in with her hair pulled back, her glasses sitting perfectly on the bridge of her nose, and a pop of fuchsia lipstick on her lips.

She didn't have to change much for this work. Sure she missed he brightly colored dresses, but, there is a certain amount of power to a woman dressed in black.

She was never the type to go on a power trip even as an MIT graduate with excellent coding skills. So she was surprised to see so many women lording it over one another with little or no actual skill to back them up.

The conference room was filled with the indistinct chatter of insincere smalltalk.

Thankful that none of her assigned table mates had tryed to engage her in conversation yet, she realized that she didn't have close friends anymore. Was it totally weird that she was completely okay with that? She could see their shared similarities that way. Either that or he was beginning to rub off on her. He never made close attachments. She was his sole exception.

It was almost time to start acting. Here at these seminars she faked an interest in others. Just enough to be polite but not enough to be seen as possible friends. She used her 'girlfriending' skills that she had learned at the first sales seminar to seem more sociable, more typical. She didn't really enjoy investing time in unnecessary endeavors. If fact, she felt rude to accept a colleagues contact info, with no intent to ever actually contact them at all. She Had Been uncharacteristically quiet so far. Hopefully they thought she was just paying special attention to her notes.

In reality she was counting how long they had been at this. Almost five years. In November it will be five years on the run, and they still hadn't been found out yet. He had told her not to assume that they would stay here, she needed to be ready to pack up and start over at a moments notice. She was starting to feel like that might never happen. They had been in this town now for two and a half years. He had praised her for her ability to adapt to her now not-so-new environment.

A question was asked to the room as the seminar started. She had to remind herself not to answer it aloud out of habit. Always being the one to raise a hand first in class, always with some in-depth tidbit, quick tip, or comments on formula and application process, she had finally started to dial it down a bit.

The idea is to go unnoticed if they were going to try and stay in one place for a while. If she was being honest with herself it hadn't worked at all. Her peers more than noticed her. Some hated her thinking she was a typical goody two shoe. Others loved her fresh honest comments. More than that, her superiors had pulled her aside and asked her NOT to participate so frequently. If she admitted to him that hearing these statements had bothered her, it would mean admitting that this undercover life meant something more to her than it should have.

He had told her time and again not to form attachments, he was lucky she didn't avoid forming an attachment to him.

Mentally chiding herself for felling so domestic she thought to herself: 'What's with me lately? I am only thinking about how quickly I can make a good dinner tonight, rather than how quickly I can escape if we need to.'

She was pulled from her musings by her designated seminar partner questioning her new hair colour. She had stopped colouring it since October and it had grown down to the small of her back now. She wispered her response to her partner with a thank you at the end.

To be honest she hadn't seen her natural hair color in years. She was pleasantly surprised to see that it was a nice rich chestnut brown. She was actually enjoying it after all her years as a blonde 'Barbie' as Roy called her, plus the years in college and ever since they were on the run being a Raven haired girl. As much as she was putting this new life ON, she was actually growing more into herself, thriving despite the restrictions of a life lived looking over your shoulder.

She focused on the woman leading the room as the lights dimmed. Only a few more hours before she was back in his arms. She could pretend to pay attention as her mind drifted home.