The tall brunette and you sat side by side together as he drove in silence, his hands clutched against the steering wheel of the vehicle while your arms were crossed over your chest.

“Odio esto…” He said under his breath.

You weren’t sure why they sent both of you on a mission together. The two of you were like fire and ice, always clashing, always yelling at each other.

But now, it was sweet silence with a side of awkward tension as the sound of the radio filled the air.