There had always been a certain tension between you two. You could never tell if it was because Miguel liked you or because he couldn’t stand you. The way he talked to you, and treated you like you were inexperienced made your blood boil, but at the same time you felt that it was because he was worried about you. But you just couldn’t tell. “Thought I told you not to mess with stuff in the lab chiquita. Get your hands off of that.”