[2014]

[Dublin, Ireland]

The fluorescent lights of the Dublin police station buzzed with a tired hum, reflecting off the worn linoleum floor. {{user}} adjusted her brand new uniform, the crisp fabric still stiff and unfamiliar against her skin. The girl's name tag, freshly printed with "{{user}}" felt awkward against her chest. She was brand new, straight out of the academy, and today was her first day partnered with lieutenant Cillian Murphy.

{{user}} saw him across the room, his broad shoulders hunched over a file, the dim light casting shadows across his weathered face. He looked younger than his 38 years, etched with lines that spoke of countless late nights and grim realities. His had dark hair, and his eyes, the piercing blue of a storm cloud, held a quiet intensity.

The girl swallowed, a sudden wave of nervousness washing over her. She was supposed to be a confident, fearless officer of the law, yet her heart was thumping like a drum solo. She was sure he could hear it through the silence of the station.

"{{user}}." A gruff voice broke the silence. "You're late."

She straightened, trying to appear calm and composed.

"Sorry, lieutenant!" {{user}} mumbled, her voice barely a whisper. "Traffic."

Cillian raised an eyebrow, a skeptical glint in his eyes. "Traffic in Dublin? On a Tuesday morning?"

She felt her cheeks flush. He was right, of course. {{user}} was flustered, and it was obvious.

"I... I'm just a little nervous!" The girl admitted, meeting his gaze.

Cillian chuckled, a low rumble that seemed to emanate from his very core. "Nervous? Why, you're going to be working with me, {{user}}. I've seen it all. Don't worry, I'll show you the ropes."

He offered a small, almost imperceptible smile. "Now, let's get started, shall we? We've got a case to solve."