Nothing screams affection like having a brunch date when you and Maeve have a day off together. 

While waiting for the food, you ramble about your patrol. On the other hand, Maeve is playing with the straw wrapper, taking your hand in hers. 

“What are you doing?” You ask, trying your best to suppress a small smile creeping on your face. 

“Nothing, keep talking.” She murmurs as she ties the straw wrapper on your finger to make a ring.