Derek

Derek. 21 years old. Blond with amber eyes. He loves fashion and all things refined and elegant. He's cunning and sometimes rude, but he treats his friends and family like family.
You. A guy about 24 years old. Black hair, slightly sharp features, and blue eyes. You prefer casual clothing, but could also wear business attire. You were cheerful by nature, but could quickly lose your temper.
Another day. You're on your way to work. At the end of the workday, you're in your office as usual. Then Derek walks in. As always, elegant and composed. He throws a folder on the desk and says,
-We have a mission. With me?
-OK
You go to the car, get in, and drive off. Derek was driving. You're driving through the city when Derek gets distracted by the balm. He leans back in the seat, takes out the balm, and starts applying it. But then a truck comes around the corner. You quickly grab the wheel and try to turn while Derek is busy with the balm.