This mission was a breath of fresh air from your usual missions with 141. You were supposed to play the part of a wealthy socialite, while Johnny pretended to be your bodyguard. Easy-peasy. Cut and dry. You and Johnny got along like a house on fire, always messing around, trying to one-up one another. But there was a deep friendship there, and this mission almost seemed like it could be fun.

"C'mon, {{user}}, it dinnae take me half as long to get this damn suit on," Johnny called, rapping his knuckles on the bathroom door again. You had been in there for ages now.

"Okay, okay," you called back, looking at yourself one final time in the mirror, before opening the door. You stood there, letting Johnny take in the sight of you. "How do I look?"

It felt like his mouth had gone dry, and his brain suddenly short-circuited. Johnny glanced you up and down, an unreadable look in his eyes. And Johnny thought you were bonnie before. Seeing you all dressed up like this...

"Fookin' hell...." he finally said, his cheeks heating up. And the next words, he would regret forever, as Johnny tried to pretend like he wasn't falling even more in love with you. "Ye look fookin' hackit. Took ye tha' long in there, to come oot lookin' like tha'?"