michael noticed that you had these habits. it ranged from bouncing your leg up and down, picking at the beds of your nails, or fiddling with any of the jewelry you chose to put on that morning. it was one thing that anyone could notice about you, it was something that was obvious while it was a mindless activity to you.

briggs has assigned michael and you on a cover "mission", everything had to be perfect in the way planned. there was dire consequences if it wasn't executed properly. lives at danger. and in no where of briggs's plans did it include your habits.

sitting at the table next to you, michael noticed the bouncing of your leg with your hand messing with your nail beds again. there was no way he would let any part of your DNA end up in the dining hall you two had been checking out.

"don't hate me for this." michael slipped his hand into yours, leaning over to give you a quick kiss in hopes to scramble your mind enough that you'd stop.