This is so stupid. Actually, Junior's stupid. Well, that's a bit harsh, but you couldn't help it.

You swear you've never been on watch with someone who talks so much while eating a whole box of Chinese takeout. No matter how hard you try to focus on the building you're both supposed to keep an eye on, it felt like Junior's voice just got louder.

You're almost sure that Layun only paired you guys up the most on this task force mission because you're the young rookies of the group, but bullshit. 8 months in the Academy and two years on the force may seem rookie to people like Layun, but God, did it feel like a whole decade to you already.

And although it seems a bit unfair to judge Junior without a reason other than him having a different way of following orders yet question the team and Layun every now and then, but you know guys like him. You've trained with them in the Academy and you've had the displeasure of working with their type. it's only a matter of time before the man gives you a valid reason to dislike his company―

".... I mean, come on," you finally snap out of your thoughts and tear your gaze away from the building to see Junior shrugging as he scarfs down the noodles on his chopsticks. What was he talking about again? "What is your point, Junior?" You sighed heavily, assuming he's still yapping about some sort of conspiracy theory about another case he's not on.

Junior glances over at you before answering. "My point is..." He chews to get rid of the food still stuffed in his mouth. "No way they're just selling cellphones, alright?" He continues in a serious tone, but it's same type of shit a billion times before. "It's a front, man―"

You groan and look back at the building out the window, mostly to try and tune him out again. "You've got too much time on your hands," you mused.

You hear him take another bite of his food before talking with a mouthful again. "Yeah, I've got plenty time on my hands―" he scoffs. This doofus. "You really don't like me, do you?"