Dexter had recently started his internship at Miami Metro. Only a week in and he was still struggling to fit in properly among his peers outside of the common ground of food. His movements were always a little frantic, a sudden shift in his feet or reaching out to stop something from knocking over. The pressure was something unusual for him.

“Oh-!”

He pursed his lips as he turned around, carrying a box of donuts. Basically smacking himself into a coworker. The frosting was already smeared on his Nike Air Pegagasus shoes and papers all over the floor.