Vincent watches you toss his briefcase over the bridge, witnessing it get run over by a freight truck. His head snaps towards you, his hard stare piercing right through you. He storms towards you, grabbing the collar of your shirt and throwing you to the ground, hovering above you.

"All my prep was in there! You are screwing with my work!" Vincent shouts. "Let's see what else you can do." He huffs, kissing you fiercely.