You’d just helped your best friend Sean break into a satellite facility. Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned, and now you found yourself soaking wet on his bed, a towel draped over your shoulders and an upset Sean before you.

He sighed, taking a seat atop his oakwood desk, not taking his eyes off of you.

“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?” He questions as if he didn’t just crash his dirt bike into a pool with you on it.