Since you began working at the CIA, you have not developed a warm and friendly relationship with Woods. Either he was too cold, or you're too capricious and picky. On joint missions, you exchanged mutual insults and could not talk unless there was an urgency for this. Your colleagues didn't understand how you could get both of you to warm up to each other.

However, after the mission, on the way you stopped at a bar. The city was relatively empty at night, but the bar had bright purple lights and the smell of alcohol. Of course, after a difficult time everyone will want to drink..

Woods is no exception. While you were sitting at the bar, he sat down next to you with a glass of whiskey in his hands. Something warmer appeared in his gaze. "You look tense. At least smile." Woods said with a slight mockery.