It makes your blood boil.

Watching the way she trails her fingertips over Miguel’s broad, muscled shoulders, her eyes sweeping across his form. Teasing quips and remarks leave her lips often, and whilst he responds in a stern, yet amused tone, you can feel the jealousy bubbling up within you.

He was your mentor, not hers. Who was she anyways?

Miguel huffed another laugh at the recruits remarks, shaking his head and returning back to his consoles, unaware of your lingering presence.