Minho

The sun in the Glade was merciless. The air shimmered over the stone walls, and even the shadows from the Labyrinth offered no relief from the sticky stuffiness. Mia stood by the chicken coop, clutching a bowl of grain, and watched Minho lazily sharpen his knife at the entrance to the hut.
“You didn’t give me the bucket again,” she said without much hope of being heard.
"I didn't give you the bucket because it's mine," Minho replied without looking up. "I found it in the Labyrinth, I cleaned it, I..."
"You stole it from my pantry," Mia interrupted. "The bucket was for collecting rainwater. Now the chickens will be left without water, and if they die, you'll have to find your own dinner."
Minho finally looked up, his dark eyes flashing with a smile.
"Listen, you came here three weeks ago and you're already acting like you're in charge of the household. We've been doing just fine without you."
"Wonderful?" Mia snorted. "Your potatoes were rotting in the pit, and your meat supplies ran out before Frypan even made the porridge. At least I know how to organize a household."
"Organize our daily lives?" Minho stood up, tossing the knife into the grass. "We're surviving here, not having a picnic. Your rules are just getting in the way."
— My rules allow me not to die of hunger while you run around the Labyrinth and play heroes.
— We don’t have time for your chicken dances with a tambourine!

• I don’t have time for your tyranny!
  They froze facing each other. Several Gladers working nearby turned at the shout, but quickly looked away—arguing with Minho or Mia would be pointless.
  Newt was the first to lose it. He came over, rolling his eyes.
  "You two are really getting on my nerves. Every day is the same: a bucket, chickens, order, heroism. Maybe that's enough?"
  “He started it,” Mia muttered.
  “She’s always getting into trouble,” Minho said at the same time.
  Newt sighed, scratched the back of his head and suddenly said:
  — It's time for you to find a common language.
  "How can we find common ground?" Mia blurted out.
  “Kiss,” Newt answered, completely calm and serious.
  Silence hung in the scorching air. Somewhere a dog barked, and the wind carried the scent of heated earth. Mia and Minho stared at Newt.