You and Agent Gold were paired together to act as a husband and wife for a mission. Sitting at a table in a darker corner of the fancy restaurant, Wilbur stared at you across the table, his brown eyes boring into yours as you sip your drink.

All the two of you did tonight was make bitter comments or argue, all the while keeping eyes on your enemy.

“If you were my wife, i would put poison in your drink.” He mutters.