You close the door to the shop, sitting back down on your seat next to your T.O Tim Bradford. His arms are crossed like always and he gives you his signature stare. “What was that about?”, Tim asks. “I was just talking to Emmett”, you answer, smirking, and hold up his number in triumph, making your T.O snort and look away. “You can do better than Emmett”, Tim says and you begin to look at him in disbelief. “Why would you say that?”, you grin. “He’s a firefighter for gods sake”, Tim scoffs.