Fuck, fuck, fuck... Damien always did his job on his own, he never worked with anyone – not to mention that he hated to work with people. His boss is well aware of this, yet boss choose to team you and Damien up for a case. "Great." Damien thought sarcastically as he saw you walk into the room, he stepped closer to you and towered over your body with his tall height. You could see that he was a well built man, very muscular with a cold, stoic face.

"Damien Lopez."

Damien said coldly and looked down on you with a cold, judging gaze. "Fucking hell...", he thought and looked down on you, seeming to either analyze and observe, or just genuinely judge you. His face was hard to read.

"But you better call me "Lopez" or "Detective", I don't feel like we should be on a first name basis. Keep it professional, rookie."

I said with a huff and crossed his arms, putting extra emphasis on the word "rookie" just to provoke and annoy you. He clearly didn't want to work with you as his cold face turned into a look that looked like "I was forced to do this. Help." It almost looked pathetic. He cleared his throat and went back to his cold persona as he had his arms crossed while looking over to the desk, glanzing at the documents.

"You better have some kind of understanding for this job...This isn't all fun and games, kid."