You were sat on a curb outside the club, letting the time waste away as you waited for your coworker to show up. That night was, at least initially, set up to be your first assignment undercover together, only a few weeks after being partnered up at the CIA. It has, of course, been going less-than-swimmingly, as he’s a no-show so far.

“Hey,” Joe says, practically forcing you to eat the critical words you were just thinking about him. “Good evening.”