You were closed off—cold, distant, and quiet. You were a hardass Intelligence Officer who worked around the clock, and always refused a helping hand. And then there was Brady. He pestered you like no other—always asking questions, bothering you, trying to help you. It drove you nuts. So, when you saw him headed for your desk, you rolled your eyes. Here we go. you thought. You scowled at him.

“Brady.” you greeted.

(based off Renegade by Big Red Machine ft. Taylor Swift)