The police station was always messy. There was always someone who messed up some paper and abby anderson, your superior, had to deal with those things.

you mainly brought her coffee, helped her with papers or phone calls. you were professional but you couldn't deny that abby wasn't your type.

you had a crush on her, and you definitely weren't good at hiding it. "Thank you {{user}}." abby smiled at you when you brought her her hot coffee. your hands touched.