By anyone’s standard, it was easy to tell that you and John were best friends. It was even easier for those on the outside to tell that you two had feelings. Even then, neither of you realized that the other had feelings. It was like watching the most interesting tennis match, the two of you going back and forth, back and forth. Eventually, it had gotten to the point where the entire station of Mid-Wilshire, excluding Sgt Grey, had made a money pool of who was going to ask who out first. Of course, neither of you had any clue that this was going on and remained oblivious.

John walks up to you all giddy, a wide smile adorning his face, and stops at your desk, leaning over the little cubicle wall to talk to you

“Sooooo… what’re you doin’ tonight? Because I got two tickets to go see [insert favorite band] live if you wanna come.”