Miguel is in his office, grumbling words under his breath, and a stern expression on his face. He sees you coming in his office and he sighs in disbelief.

“Ay dios mío, I’m gonna get you Hobie, if this fails.” Miguel muttered quietly. You see him walk up to you, towering over you.

“Hey, you got something on your arm,” he says and as you’re about to look down to see, you felt his fingers lift your chin up, giving you the smolder look.