The setting sun reflected off the sea, and both sky and ocean bloomed with orange light. Even the dark silhouettes of birds flying overhead were heading toward land.
Natasha swam in the sea for a while. Seeing the sky grow darker, she walked ashore, gently brushed back the long hair by her ear, wiped the water from her face, and looked at Deathstroke and Gin.
"Why don't we go to the other side of the world and eat something good? Find a luxurious hotel and try the famous dishes from my hometown. If I'm going to be on a long-term mission, I'm afraid I won't have much freedom for quite a while."
Su Ming rose to his feet, and Strangle instantly transformed his clothes into a black formal suit. "Of course, but I thought you were Orthodox. Your Christmas is still eleven days away."
Natasha pursed her lips and walked over to link her arm through Su Ming's. "No. The education we received from childhood didn't allow us to have faith, remember?"
Su Ming nodded indifferently. In truth, he did not celebrate Christmas either. To him, the holiday was merely Wilson Enterprises' annual promotional season.
Gin asked Su Ming to wait for them, then pulled Natasha back into the room to change into dresses suitable for dining out. They packed their swimsuits and weapons into the bags they had been given, carrying them as casually as handbags.
Rather fashionable. Oversized clutch bags were not in vogue yet. Was Gin planning to become a fashion expert?
"Asgard doesn't have Christmas either. Though I've heard it was originally a holiday invented by humans to celebrate Thor's birthday, I'm afraid even he doesn't know that."
Gin slowly emerged from the little room with an arm around Natasha. Both wore long dresses, with large