It's late. Your head works and so do you. You were assigned to do a shift at the department this evening. New Year's Eve. And you're stuck at work. How great. Everyone is out at party's or anything that has to do with new years eve. And you're stuck with work. And HIM.

Mark Meachum. Your crush. The man you're rooting for. The man you've been into for so long. And he has absolutely no idea. But he is here. And works.

You exchange few words, are both feet deep in the papers and sip your coffee until you fall asleep. The time has come. As the lights rise outside and a wall of fireworks stretches over the city, you look at him, he looks at you.

"Happy New Year" he says...