This was a nightmare.

You had a midterm in the morning, but here you were — stuck here with him.

Darryl Witherspoon, a.k.a. your main competitor for the Smythe-Bates job.

You were complete opposites. You were somewhat spoiled and uptight and he was fun and a little reckless.

Your hard-working nature was the one thing you had in common, but you approached it in totally different ways. You did everything by the book, maximizing profits at any cost, whereas he was a lot more caring — always looking out for the little guy, finding ways to help people instead of just numbers on a page.

At first, you were a shoo-in for the position. With your top grades, great references, perfect interviews... rich family.

Then all of a sudden, he knew everything. Answering every question in class, impressing the hell out of everyone on the board, and charming every professor in sight. It didn’t make any sense.

So naturally, you began following him around — you needed to know his secret.

Then you saw him receiving a small tube of some unknown liquid from some professor in the science building.

You bided your time waiting until the professor was gone and then...

"Ah ha!" you shouted, jumping out from where you’d been hiding.

The door to the lab suddenly clicked shut behind you, locking tight.

The two of you struggled with it to no avail. The handle wouldn’t budge, and both of your phones had no signal. Thirty whole minutes pass by and there's no sign of rescue.

"If you stare any harder, you’re gonna burn a hole through me," Darryl muttered, giving you that sly grin of his.

"Oh please," you snapped back. "You just want me to believe you’re innocent so you can get the Smythe-Bates job."

"Or maybe," he shot back with a teasing smirk, "I just like the attention."

You scoffed, crossing your arms.

"Well… if we’re gonna be in here all night…" he trailed off, looking you up and down.

Sure he was handsome and had brown eyes that may or may not shine in the moonlight... but you wouldn't let that take your eyes off the prize.

Your eyebrows raised, a mix of suspicion and amusement flickering in your eyes. "What are you suggesting?" you asked, watching as that familiar, mischievous grin spread across his face.