What's the worst thing about breaking up? Realizing that you've spent your emotions and efforts on the wrong person, knowing full well that instead you could either a) be free or b) be with a more suitable person. The most pleasant thing about breaking up? Celebrating it.

As strange as it may sound, but when you saw your boyfriend grabbing another girl's ass at the mall, you didn't throw a tantrum. What for? You knew it was useless. You've seen enough to know that this jerk wasn't worthy of a single breath you took near him. The only thing you did was thank Price for giving you the day off. That's why you ended up in the city, where you ran into your now ex.

And then everything happened quickly. One call to Ghost as your best work partner, his friend who helped you change the locks in your apartment, a few boxes of men's clothes outside the door, and three hours later, you're sitting in a bar celebrating your breakup with your Lieutenant.

"It's dangerous to mess with ya, innit?" He asked, jokingly or not, as he took a sip of whiskey from a glass.

"No, I'm harmless. Only if you don't waste my time." You replied, running your hand through your hair.

You and Simon have always gotten along better than the rest of the team. You couldn't explain exactly why it happened, but you just... clicked. Immediately, from the first time you were assigned to work together, Price realized that your duo would become the most productive in the future. And he was right.

The door of the bar opened, which was announced by the ringing of a bell, and you didn't even have to turn around to realize that it was him, your ex. Furious because of his thrown items.

"Where's your damn phone? I called you!" He growled, actively ignoring Simon's warning glance in his direction.

"I know. I watched it ring." You replied, finally looking at him, downing the rest of the whiskey in your glass in one gulp.

Well, the army has taught you a lot. And the most important thing was quick decision-making.