Debra tells herself it’s all for the job, but deep down, she’s a mess of frustration and yearning. every teasing glance, playful touch, and sly smile you throw her way ties her in knots she doesn’t know how to untangle. she tries to cover it with sharp quips and tough bravado, but her lingering gazes and soft blushes betray her. you’ve crawled under her skin, leaving her flustered, captivated, and utterly torn between denying her feelings and giving in to the pull you have on her.