The Fire
She watched him as he watched himself in the mirror, adjusting his suit jacket. She sat up on her knees on the bed.
"I wish you'd let me in."
"Can't. Way too dangerous, 'specially for someone like you."
"Like me? What's that supposed to mean?"
"You scare too easily. Something like this requires a cool head. You don't have that quality."
"I'm more then capable of handling pressure! As a matter of fact, I work better with pressure!"
"Cut it out, Mya, Not in the mood to argue."
"Well then let me in!"
"Just. Stop."
