Disclaimer: The Matrix and all its characters belong to Wachowski brothers.

He slowly turned around to face her. "What?"

Still firmly holding the gun in her hand, she became aware of the fact that her mouth remained open for an entire long minute. Their paths crossed today and she was hoping to catch the Agent off guard. Instead, his activity shook her to the core.

He didn't even bother to produce a gun in his hand. Instead, he lazily regarded her with a trademark arch of his eyebrow and brought his attention back on the object in his hands.

Ice cream. Vanilla flavor. With a trace of mocca. White chocolate topping. Yum.

Still pointing her gun at him, Trinity watched as he dug the plastic spoon in the ice cream cup and took another mouthful, a peaceful expression gracing his features. His unshaded blue eyes flickered as he locked his eyes on hers.

"Well, Miss Edwards?"

She gathered her thoughts. "Well, it's not every day..."

"...you see an Agent off duty enjoying his vanilla flavored ice cream?" he finished her observation.

"Yes."

"Oh my. I am truly sorry to shatter your image of us Agents."

"You eat?"

"Occasionally."

"What else can you do?"

He smiled. "If you need a sperm sample, don't bring your gun next time."

Her jaw dropped.

He smirked and returned to his ice cream. Trinity was at loss of words. Desperately trying to stand her ground, she tightened the grip on her gun. "Put down the ice cream and fight me, Agent Smith."

Another smirk. "No. Not today."

"Why?"

"Too hot for fighting today. Not in the mood."

"What if I shoot you?"

Slowly, he ran his eyes across her leather-clad features. "You won't." Smith had an upper hand, even without drawing out his Desert Eagle.

She bit her bottom lip, it was indeed an unusually hot summer in the Matrix and her eyes briefly stole a glance at his ice cream. It didn't go unnoticed.

"Can't have it. It's mine."

"You will let me go without a fight?" she tried to conceal her embarrassment.

"Yes."

"And the next time?"

"Next time, Miss Edwards, I will kill you. Now, go."

Not waiting for him to ask her twice and fearing if he would change his mind, Trinity replaced the gun in her holster and rushed towards the nearest exit. She wasn't sure if the crew of the Neb needed to be informed about today's encounter.