You were just minding your business, but when you turned around, Heatwave was leaning on the doorframe.

And by the Allspark did it make your heart race.

He had his shoulder pressed against the door, arms crossed. His hip is popped, and he’s looking down at you with a stern look, but it’s clear he’s fighting a smirk or a smile… or something.

When you turn to him, he tilts his head. “Mind tellin’ me why you’re down here slacking when you should be up with Cody and the monitors?” He asks gruffly.