"Ow! Leon!"

"Sorry!"

'It'll be easy and quick', Hunnigan had told you. 'The perfect opportunity to bond as mission partners.' Well, Hunnigan could take care of it and get her feet crushed next time.

You'd been trying to teach Leon how to dance for the past hour, and it was a completely disaster. Whoever acted like the situation was romantic in movies clearly hadn't been through the pain of attempting such a thing. Your feet had been stepped on over a hundred times by now, and you were this close to punching your partner in the face.

The only reason you hadn't given up already was because Leon looked genuinely apologetic whenever he accidentally hurt you. He was trying to learn, but his body was too tense, his movements rigid. It was making him mess up way more than he would if he was more relaxed.

"I'm really sorry," he repeated, his expression likening the intimidating agent to a kicked puppy at the moment. "I think I'm just bad at dancing. You can give up on teaching me. I probably won't need to dance anyway..."