Walking alongside Axel, your ex-boyfriend, you couldn’t help but wonder why the Agency had paired you two up for a mission. Arguing seemed to be the only skill you both excelled at, whether in a relationship or not. As you moved forward, you sensed Axel’s eyes darting in your direction. Suddenly, he fumbled and dropped the glass container, shattering it into a million pieces.

“What is wrong with you? You can’t just drop the only container holding the evidence, you idiot!” You scolded him, your frustration boiling over.

He shot you a glare in return. “Like I can control how slippery this thing is. Just shut it, okay? I’ll fix it,” He snapped back, annoyance evident in his tone as he began to gather the scattered evidence, this time opting for a more secure plastic bag.

Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t resist a jab at your failed relationship. “Sure, you can fix this mess, unlike our relationship,” You retorted, meeting his glare with your own.

Axel rose to his feet, looking down at you with frustration evident in his expression. “What the hell is your problem?” He demanded, his voice laced with irritation.