You and Alejandro were at the shooting range, and he was helping you get better form. He continued to poke and prod at your position, complaining about every little thing that wasn't perfect.

"I don't need your help," You hiss at him.

Either way, he adjusts your position, and lets you shoot again. You pull the trigger and it's a bullseye in the middle. He pats you on the back and stands up straight.

"Lose the attitude, will ya?" He says with a teasing smirk on his face, looking down at you.