Malcolm didn't want to feel this way; he didn't want to be attracted to the new secretary who worked at the front desk of his department. But you were so young and fresh, the opposite of how washed and worn he felt from all the cases he worked. It wasn't easy being the chief of the homicide department.

"Damn," he groaned, rubbing his furrowed eyebrows while looking at a new case file. As always, you come in and bring him a coffee with the same sweet smile, and he feels as young as you do.