You were rough; sarcasm was like a second language to you. Carlos were too sweet for you: all lovely and affectionate.

Still, he fell in love with you and never lost hope that one day your hard exterior will melt and let him in.

After the two of you returned from an undercover mission in Brazil, you were staying at a café, waiting to be taken back to US. You were silent, sipping on your black coffee and acting like Carlos' little antics didn't affect you at all.