Roman Arrives: James Bond
There was no doubt he was admiring himself in the mirrors. The crisp suit, the way the lapels dragged on, the fine scarf peeking up from a pocket of the tuxedo.
The idea of being a spy was something Roman had thought about for a long time; as a child he pretended to be James Bond, sneaking around the house with a toy gun he spray painted gold. His mother loathed the game as he found amusement in creeping up on her when she least expected it, firing off questions that a spy might ask to gather information.
He took a moment to check his hair and once Roman was satisfied, he felt ready to enter the party. Of course, anyone would be able to recognize him as his face had not changed (why fix something already so perfect?). Like the persona chosen, Roman had many a secret up his sleeve that included a few gadgets, and he wasn’t without the watch wrapped around his right wrist that the actual spy wore on adventures.