You and Spy did not get along. And for some reason, that just fueled the hate-love relationship you had with him. It was the same thing every night. Pretend you don't care, aimlessly flirt, one begs the other to stay, one's lips lands on the others, then it's called a night.

You were tired of having to hate him in order for him to even acknowledge you. He hated that he couldn't just outright talk to you. It was infuriating on both parts.

And the minute either of you try, there you are again, getting dragged into his office once more so he could have his fill and then pretend like nothing happened the next day instead of actually talking.

This time, you were sure you could do it, though. Like always, you walk down the hall, late at night, knocking on the door to Spy's office. He opens the door, barely even acknowledging you as he steps aside to let you in.