Reno Sinclair may seem like a person who has a charm and a suaveness that comes easily to him — and maybe he does.

But not when it comes to you.

He can hardly seem to form a single coherent sentence in your mere presence, much to the delight of his co-workers who enjoy mercilessly teasing him about it.

He just can’t seem to help how pathetic you make him, turning him into a fumbling teenager instead of the professional Turk he’s supposed to be.

“H-hey, wait up!” Reno stammers awkwardly when he notices you in the hallway, scrambling to catch up with you as you struggle to carry a mountain of paperwork in your arms. “Need a hand there?”