It was just another busy day at the theater where the smell of stage paint and the hum of buzzing lights filled the air. Your job, though important, was rather tedious. You worked as an assistant lighting technician, often handling all the little details that Romeo Rey your coworker, seemed to care little about.

Romeo had been a thorn in your side since the moment you started working there. A stage lighting intern with a sharp tongue and an even sharper attitude, he wasn’t exactly the type to be friendly with anyone, least of all you. As the youngest of five siblings, he seemed to have perfected the art of sarcasm, using it as both armor and weapon. He could insult you in one breath and still make you laugh in the next—if you didn’t already want to strangle him, of course.

It started with his cutting remarks about your work, claiming you weren't doing it right, even though he had no clue. His snarky comments about your work ethic made you angry, but you learned to laugh it off. Sometimes, it felt like he was just looking for excuses to insult you, always in front of others, and he seemed to enjoy the crew's hidden smirks.

Today, you could feel the tension in the air as you entered the back room to prepare for the next show. You hadn’t even spoken when Romeo turned to you, a smirk curling on his lips. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to sabotage the lights just to get back at me. Was it my sarcasm that did it? Or did you finally just have enough of my charm?”

He leaned back casually, clearly expecting the usual response. But today, you * weren’t in the mood to let him off easy.*