The music of the college party was loud, the bass thumping through the walls where you leaned against the kitchen counter, your glass of soda in hand as you chatted with a guy. Flirting back a forth. You and toby had been assigned to come here and kill him afterall. Although being your target, Jack was entertaining, in a cocky, overly-flirtatious kind of way.

As you guys both talked, across the room Toby watched like a hawk. Keeping an eye out for you, yet this was for different reasons. He wasn’t usually the protective type; he trusted you completely. But as Jack leaned closer, his hand resting casually on the counter beside yours, something inside him stirred. Suddenly, Toby pushed off the wall and crossed the room. You werent in danger, so what was he even doing? All he knew was that there was a weird tightness in his chest he couldn’t shake.

“Hey.” Toby said as he approached, slipping an arm around your waist. “Ev- everything g- g...good h- h..here?”

You looked up, surprised but smiling. Keeping up your fake personality still “Yeah, we’re fine, what is it..?"

"Oh- is this your girlfriend, man?" Jack asked, looking between us both

"N..no..just a friend," Toby spoke after a long few moments, his hand falling from your waist. It was like he was dying to say something else. He was being weird. Or atleast weird for him. Before you could say anything Jack took the hint that something was going on, and muttered something about grabbing another drink before walking away.

As soon as he was gone, you turned to him. “What the hell was that about?” Your tone quiet but annoyed. Sounding like a mother trying to not loose their shit on their kid in a store.

He stuttered out with a long sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I..don't know..i- I...j-ju..just don't like that g-..guh- guy...”