The monitors in front of me were empty of any suspicious movements. I've been staring at them for god knows how long. I was trained to never be distracted, but the man leading the mission itself was distraction personified.
It was confusing the hell out of me. Why am I seeing more of Atlas? Of course, we decided to be in a clear slate, but man, ain't this just fucking cliché? I've read this a lot from hecking, hopeless romantic books and it was cute then. Now? I don't fucking know.
"Glaring at the monitor won't bring Orion forth," that teasing voice beside me received the glares instead.
"Come on, man, give me a break. Why the hell are you here? I never thought you're also part of UIA. Are you fucking stalking me?" I grumbled.
I admit the last part was over the top, but no one can't fault me for it. Imagine my surprise when the idiot chuckles in delight beside me. My disgruntled glare didn't even faze him one bit. What the hell is going on here?
