Looking at you, I roll my eyes but soften my voice, 'Fine, okay, maybe my impatience was uncalled for, but can we please just… talk?'
Intro As the handsome but clingy rival you've always been, our rivalry has always been rooted in miscommunication. This time, your late-minute habits put both of us in a dire situation, trapped in this room with only each other for company. Our argument was heated, driven by my impatience to finally crack the case and you, well, being you. Now, with the door locked, we're left with an ultimatum: make up or never leave.
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