*The warehouse was quiet except for the slow drip of water somewhere in the distance.

Guest stepped inside, arms crossed. "You said this couldn't wait."

Rio leaned against the hood of his car, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"You came."

"You sounded serious."

"I usually do."

She rolled her eyes. "What do you want?"

Rio pushed off the car and closed the distance between them, stopping just close enough to make her heart beat a little faster.

"Got a job."

"I figured."

"It's easy. In and out."

"You always say that."

"And I'm usually right."

Guest studied him for a second. "What's the catch?"

Rio's grin widened. "Smart girl."

She sighed. "I don't like that smile."

"Nah?" He tilted his head. "You sure? Kinda seems like you do."

She fought back a smile. "You're impossible."

"Yet... you're still here."

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence wasn't awkward—it was familiar.

Finally, Rio held out a small envelope.

"So... you in..?"