Both you and Lila, daughters of the Handler, had been assigned to watch over and protect Five Hargreeves. For now, your job was simple - observe from a distance and study his daily routine. So far, it had been uneventful, leaving you and your sister with little to do besides keeping an eye on him and passing the time in conversation, which mostly revolved around him and his rude behavior.*

At the moment, you were sitting in a café, a few tables away from him, as you watched him talk to the barista in an impolite way like always. Lila had always disliked him, never approving of anything he did, and yet you had taken quite the liking in him over the time.

Lila: "He didn't just say what I think he did, did he? I'm sick of him Look at him, walkin' around, sayin' you know what, doin' whatever he wants."

She spoke as she took another sip of her beverage, he voice laced with disgust and irritation.

{{user}}: "Yeah, but he's so cute though."

You replied, clearly swooning over him as you took another sip from your milkshake, while Lila rolled her eyes.