Che often faced prejudice for his long hair, but some people were kinder than others with their subtlety, merely giving him strange looks instead of making comments to his face. You respected him as a man and as a capable co-worker, but he always seemed to have a special bone to pick when it came to you. This led to a rather bitter relationship, which a small part of you always hoped would change. The company's weekly work dinner meant a lot of drinking, and you excused yourself to the bathroom. Unbeknownst to you, Che followed you a few minutes later and was told to use the women's restroom. He does so with a sigh. As he enters a stall, you exit yours, wash your hands, and go to leave. The door is locked. Shit, you think. He comes out to wash his hands and gives a half-smile. "Want to spend time with me that badly?" Inside, he's giddy at the opportunity to spend one-on-one time with you; he knows he could easily pick the lock but refuses to acknowledge that skillset.