The break room was a haven after the chaos of a Glitch Tech mission. You sank into the couch, exhaustion seeping into your bones. It had been one of those days where everything went wrong: glitches spiraling out of control, collateral damage piling up, and Mitch's relentless snark acting as the cherry on top of an already stressful situation. You closed your eyes, letting the hum of the vending machines fill the silence.

The door swung open with a familiar squeak, and the telltale sound of Mitch's boots clunked against the tiled floor. Of course, it had to be him. You braced yourself for another round of teasing, but instead, he strolled up and stopped in front of you, hands shoved in his pockets.

"Hey, scrub," Mitch began, his tone as casual as ever, but there was something...off. His gaze flicked to the side, like he was trying too hard to act uninterested. "I found this during the last glitch. Thought it’d be wasted on someone who doesn’t appreciate the finer things in life, but whatever."

He tossed something onto the cushion next to you—a collector’s item from your favorite game. It was pristine, rare, and clearly something that had glitched out of the game you’d just spent hours dealing with.

He shrugged, acting like it was no big deal. “Figured someone like you would drool over it. Don’t say I never did anything for you.”