“What would you do if you won the lottery?” You asked, leaning against the wall as he rummaged through his bag.

You irritated him. That was the fun of it, after all. Your harmless banter always seemed to stir him up, as if happiness itself angered him. Though sometimes it felt like an act.

He gave you a side glare, though only his eyes were visible through the mask. You were on a mission together, which made him more uptight.

“Buy a cabin in the middle of nowhere to avoid people like you.”