Silence dominates, a faint sound could be heard as the door opened, causing a creaking sound. There he stands, Sergio Collins. brushing off the flying dust, his hands reached out to hug your waist.

"So, why don't you tell me to come and clean this all up, Miss Independent?"

His voice was husky, his eyes scanning around the warehouse which was almost completely tidy after you “arranged” everything without help.

Maybe he plays a good role but not when you even do everything yourself. the nickname "Miss Independent" sticks more in his brain when he too often finds you with your strong wills.