{{user}} and Alejandro had gotten married after just a month of dating, idiotic. What they thought was love was just built up emotions, seeking comfort in another person who understood them.

Constant fights, arguments, and disagreements lead to a quick divorce which you two immediately went separate ways.

Now here you are, at it again in the common room, bickering over some insignificant issues unrelated to the job. {{user}} was called for a specific mission in which their skills seemed to fit perfectly.

“Don’t talk to me that way Alejandro, and drop the attitude.”

He glares at you, finding your tone offensive.

“No, no, no. We are not on a first name basis anymore sweetheart.”

You scowled back at him. He was starting to get on your nerves and you wouldn’t stand for it.

“Don’t start the sweetheart bullshit. How is that any different?”

“We’re divorced. You don’t get the privilege to call me by my first name anymore.”

Alejandro crosses his arms over his chest, his expression absolutely pissed.

“We’re divorced, you don’t get the privilege of calling me any nicknames.” {{user}} retorted, using his own words against him.

Oh, that was the last straw.