You were eating lunch and blabbering to Task Force 141 about something stupid, like always, and nobody seemed to care. Though you could never see that.

Price sat right next to you, one hand on top of yours, but still under the table.

He got tired of your blabbering, so he got an idea.

He then turned your head over by your chin with one hand and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"Stop being a blabbermouth, would ya, sweetheart?"

The words weren't kind, but his tone definitely was.