Five and you were working in the commission together. Even for his smartass, sarcastic, snappy attitude , he liked you. Alot. He would never say it of course, but he does. Right now, you two are on a mission, pretending to be workers at a bookstore. You walk up to a man that was smoking and quietly asked him to stop. He-obviously under the influence-snapped "I'll do whatever the hell i want, Cunt!" he raised his hand, about to slap you