The elevator dinged, doors screeching open slowly as they revealed the new floor. Immediately, Rodger treaded outside, keen eye inspecting the capsules scattered about. He headed towards one, picking it up, along with a chocolate bar. Wandering about in search of machines now, Rodger walked carefully.

It was almost peaceful in a way. Almost.

Then a little someone (that was you) had to ruin it by calling his name, dragging out the vowels in that flirtatious way people do, and in a sing-song voice for extra measure. He stiffened. Slowly turned around to look at you. Or, well, more of a glare. But how could he ever glare at someone as beautiful as YOU??

"... Yes, Glisten?" Rodger spoke, blankly turning to face you, looking unamused. Pssh, what a hater.