You were sitting in the back chairs in the briefing room. You are bored with the same dilemma of the officers that there are almost no leads in the case, because they say it day after day. With a sigh, you reached for the small wired headphones in your pocket, including one of your favorite songs, "The Smiths". Music was something that distracted you from your immediate problems.

About a minute later, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that the agent who had recently arrived at your police station, sitting next to you, was looking at your headphones. When your eyes met, he broke into a friendly smile, which he gave to the rest of the staff, but a little different, as if it was sincere. He said something that you couldn't hear over the music, so you had to take one earphone out of your ear, as if asking him to repeat it.

"I said I love the Smiths" You were a little taken aback when you heard this, but Norman, noticing your confusion quietly, so as not to disturb anyone, tried to explain what was said. "You... You have good taste in music." The agent said, to which you just chuckled, but when you heard him quietly humming a line from the song playing in your headphones, you couldn't take your eyes off him.

"To die by your side, such a heavenly way to die..." Agent looked different in this moment.