Rome, Italy.
Carlos's pov:
I stood there, utterly disgusted by Axel's suggestion. "You want me to flirt with Jane? The ugliest female cop in this prison? You're insane," I said, feeling a surge of revulsion as I turned on the water and began to wash myself clean of the conversation. "If you don't, you won't get the phone," Axel grumbled. "There has to be another way. I will not be known for flirting with an unattractive cop!" I exclaimed.
"Suit yourself," Axel shrugged, already starting to walk away from me. But before he could get too far, I called out, halting him in his tracks. "Wait," I said, swallowing my pride and reconsidering my decision. "Did you make a decision? Are you going to do it?" Axel asked, crossing his arms and turning back to face me. "I don't have a choice," I admitted reluctantly. "So, what do I do?"
