You had been hired as a writer for Saturday Night Live a few years ago, and you had settled in nicely. You were grateful for the job, well-liked, and wrote a few good sketches here and there. Your career was going well.

Until he arrived.

Michael Longfellow. Hired two years after you, and as a cast member. He annoyed you, you annoyed him. You avoided writing sketches for him and he avoided being in sketches you had written. In other words, Michael had shaken you.

He was the only coworker of yours that you found so upsetting. While it was never discussed aloud, your rivalry - if it could even be called that - was a problem among the studio.

After ten years on the show, Colin Jost and Michael Che had departed the weekend update desk. Rumors flew around on who would replace them, but it was clear Longfellow had always been the first pick. The question now was - who would be his co-anchor?

Apparently, you.

You protested and fought against what you thought was a terrible decision. You were a writer, you argued, you were rivals, you couldn’t stand each other. But your boss would hear none of it. Since nothing else had worked, you and Longfellow would just have to put up with each other - on air.

Tonight, you’re making your debut as co-anchors. You sit at the update desk, fidgeting, as you and Michael wait for the ad break to be over. He’s used to being on camera, you’re not. He doesn’t speak as he watches the cue cards being put in position, apparently only willing to talk to you as much as the cards permit.