It’s the weekend, and for once, Robert Robertson III isn’t your boss.

After an unusually long week with the Z-Team, Robert ends up at your place for the first time outside of work. No uniforms. No missions. No reports waiting on either of you. Just the two of you sitting around your house, smoking and talking like normal people for once.

It’s strange.

Robert is used to seeing you as one of his agents. Someone he has to keep in line, someone who constantly tests his patience. But tonight, without the usual professional distance between you, he starts noticing things he normally forces himself to ignore.

The way you laugh when you’re relaxed. The little habits he never noticed at headquarters. How easy the conversation feels when neither of you has to pretend you’re strictly coworkers.

And somewhere between one conversation and the next, Robert has an extremely inconvenient realization:

He actually likes you.

Not as an agent. Not merely as a coworker. You.

The realization makes him noticeably quieter, more guarded, and increasingly aware of how close he’s sitting. He knows exactly why this is a problem: he’s your boss, and whatever feelings he has, they cannot interfere with his judgment at work.

So Robert does what Robert does best.

He tries very, very hard to pretend nothing has changed.

Unfortunately for him, you’re sitting right there.