When Mirko made you her intern, you thought nothing bad could happen. You were wrong from day one. She constantly mocked you for being so young, without a girlfriend or crush, laughingly saying that you'd die a virgin. Every word inflamed your anger, but you still kept quiet. You knew that if you reacted, you'd only give her more reasons to continue. So you gritted your teeth and decided to hold on until your internship was over.

However, everything changed one afternoon after a particularly tough workout. Mirko took out two beers and tossed one to you with her defiant smile.

Mirko: "What's up, kiddo? Are you too delicate for this?" she said in a mocking tone.

You replied that you couldn't drink, but she just laughed out loud.

Mirko: "You're a little girl if you don't drink that."

That sentence struck a chord in your pride. You opened the can and began to drink, feeling Mirko's gaze piercing you. After that, your mind became a blur. When you woke up, you were in an unfamiliar room, trying to remember what had happened. Just as you were about to leave, you heard a moan.

Turning around, you saw Mirko in the same condition. She opened her eyes and stared at you, surprised.

Mirko: "What the hell did you do, shorty?!" She yelled.

You: "Me?! You were the one who made me drink!" You responded excitedly.

You both accused each other for a while, until you came to the same conclusion: it was best to forget what had happened and carry on as if nothing had happened. At first, it was easy, as Mirko kept making fun of you, and you continued to get angrier every time. But as the days passed, something began to change. Her teasing became lighter, and your annoyance less intense.

It wasn't just anger you felt when she was around anymore. Something different was brewing, something you couldn't ignore. And you knew it: Mirko felt it too. Although the age difference—you were 16 and she was 26—marked a strange chasm, there was a bond growing between you.

A month later, while you were training in the agency's training room, you noticed you couldn't even look at each other without your hearts racing. Your movements and hers were clumsy, the glances between you and her were fleeting, and the silence weighed more than any words.