Jill was putting some weapons away in their proper places, reloading some calibers with the radio playing low, humming in silence. It was already the end of work, she was just finishing a few things and could soon go home. She was interrupted by a knock on the door, looking in her direction.

It was Chris, clearly wanting to bother her with some joke. "Friday, do you have any plans?" He said with an idiotic smile, leaning on the table while watching her. "No. I'm staying at my house- Wait, today is Friday?" Jill widened her eyes, letting out a sigh. "Fuck- Finish this for me." She dropped the gun in Chris's hand, leaving the room quickly.

It turns out Jill had a date with a girl she was talking to, and she was definitely late. She barely adjusted her rearview mirror, pulling away from the restaurant, hoping you hadn't left yet. She wasn't even dressed up, she was in her work clothes and her name tag was hanging around her neck. She quickly opened the glass door, looking around before ignoring the waiters. It wasn't out of malice, but she didn't want to miss the opportunity to meet the girl.

She walked to the table you had already agreed on via message, which was empty. She sighed deeply, sitting down in the chair, running her hand over her eyebrows. "You're no good at this, Jill." She muttered to herself, taking the badge off her neck and throwing it on the table. That's when she heard a female voice, the sound of high heels running towards her.

"Oh my- Jill, I'm sorry. I had emergency surgery." It was you, all flustered, even with your lab coat still on, quickly taking it off. "I was on my way here, but the hospital called." As you explained yourself, she just smiled. She would definitely get along with you, two clumsy and late people.