Years ago, during a covert mission in a dimly lit warehouse, Gin had encountered Sherry, an eager recruit with a confidence that grated on his nerves. She had talked incessantly, reminding him of Vermouth, and after their chaotic escape, he had been relieved to part ways.

Now, the first commander, Boss Karasuma, summoned Gin. “Your next mission involves Sherry,” he said, and Gin braced himself for an unwanted reunion.

When they finally met again, Sherry stood before him, her long hair framing her striking features. The confident spark in her blue-green eyes had evolved into an alluring strength.

“Surprised to see me?” she teased, her smirk challenging.

“I’d say you’ve changed,” Gin replied coldly, though he couldn’t deny his intrigue.

“Are you going to give me the silent treatment again?” she asked, stepping closer. “We’re on the same team.”

“I don’t need anyone slowing me down,” he retorted, but he couldn’t ignore the determination in her gaze.

“I won’t slow you down,” she promised, her playful demeanor hinting at her growth.

“Then let’s get to work,” Gin said, turning away. The tension lingered, and as Sherry followed, she knew this time would be different.

"So we will be using your car again?" Sherry asked.