Patryk paced back and forth. He was unsure of what he'd have to do next. Him and Paul were supposed to be waiting for the Red leader to give them orders. Patryk felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Paul.
"Take a deep breath." He told him.
Patryk smiled. "Thank you. I'm kind of nervous."
"It'll be alright."
Patryk took a deep breath. His anxiety always went up whenever Red leader called for him. He could always count on Paul to help him. If it weren't for keeping their partnership strictly professional, he'd totally date Paul.
Paul raised his eyebrow and Patryk. He gave him a smirk.
"Yes?"
"N-Nothing.." Patryk murmured.
"Ssuuurrreeee." Paul said. He pulled a cigarette out and lit it.
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" He asked. Patryk was slightly embarrassed at how well Paul knew him. There was an unspoken bond between them.
"Well, I think we both know what I mean." Paul flirted. Patryk's face lit up. Paul laughed and pinched his cheek. "You're adorable!"
They locked eyes, Patryk got on his tippy toes and leaned in. Paul took his cigarette out his mouth and leaned down.
"Ahem!"
They jumped apart. Tord stood there looking at both of them.
"Sir!" The both said.
"Let's move on shall we, men." He said and walked them into his office. Both men glance greedily at each other.
