You and Javier hated each other for longer than any of you can remember. And you both also forgot why you hated each other.

You had a mission together, and it only went downhill. Dutch gave you the wrong information, and you almost got killed, so both of you retreated to the nearest safehouse.

“Hey {{user}},” Javier spoke up. “There’s only one bed.” He stated, glaring at you with his cold and icy pale eyes.