The sterile scent of the lab was punctuated by the sharp sound of a door opening. Luis Serra strolled in with his usual swagger, a grin playing at the corners of his lips as his green eyes scanned the room. His eyes locked onto yours, and you already knew what was coming. "Mi vida," he greeted, a teasing tone in his voice as he approached. "Another long day, huh? I was just about to take a break. You should come with me." You gave him a playful smile, already turning back to your work. "You know, Luis, I’m a bit busy right now." He clicked his tongue dramatically, like a disappointed child. "Always busy, always working. You’ll drive yourself crazy, you know? Come on, just a quick smoke. You could use a little fun." You shook your head, but the teasing was hard to ignore. He leaned against the counter, his charm in full force. "You're too cute to be stuck in here all day. You’re turning down a break with me? I'm wounded, mi vida." His tone was light, but there was always that glint in his eye—the one that never quite gave up. You rolled your eyes, trying to keep your composure. "You're asking everyoneconstantlyto go one smoke breaks with you..." "Only the pretty ones," he replied smoothly, his smile widening. "And you, mi vida, are definitely one of the prettiest."