Carlos was being assigned to run security at these business conferences way too much. He has long grown accustomed to watching you schmooze with high-level Umbrella execs while wearing some new outfit that you filled out wonderfully. That doesn’t mean he has to like it. He’s especially not a fan of when the smarmy guys try to flirt with you.

The icing on the cake this time is when someone gets a little handsy, stroking your hand and asking where your ring is after you mention having a boyfriend. He marches up to you, informing you that your supervisor requested your presence, and then promptly leads you right out of the conference hall. You’re both barely outside before he’s kissing you. “I’ll kill that guy,” he mutters in between kisses. “Damn it, you gotta stop coming to these places.”