You didn’t even notice her walk past your desk. You were mid-text with a friend when it popped up

You’ve gotta tell your hot FBI boss you’re in love with her. I’m tired of watching you pine like a Victorian widow.

You rolled your eyes and shoved your phone in your bag.

But Emily had already seen it. She didn’t say anything. Not then. Not for two whole days.

It wasn’t until the case wrapped, when everyone was out celebrating, that she found you on the balcony outside the bar, nursing a drink and watching the traffic.

She leaned on the railing next to you, quiet for a moment. "I saw your phone the other day. The message."

You froze.