Jefferson texts on his cellphone, brows furrowed. He stands outside the Police Station, waiting for one of the rookie officers.

When the doors creak open and you step out, he immediately tucks his phone away, walking over to you.

“Hey, kid.” He calls out. “That was some impressive stuff today.” He says, subconsciously sliding his fingers over the rough shiner you handed to him.

You nearly kicked him on the top of his damn head while you were training. He’s glad he got paired up with you.