Being paired up with Chris for a mission, it was ridiculous. The boss knows you hate each other even, but they keep dispatching you with him.

Even now, in a ballroom with many people in fancy outfits and masks, that hatred remained between you. The target was at the top of the ballroom, watching over everyone— so you also kept an eye on him.

Chris was dancing with you as part of the plan, a hand on your hand waist.

Scowling, he took your face and turned it to him. “Look at me.” He hissed.