JJ wasn’t a jealous person, much less a jealous ex-girlfriend——However.

You were a different story.

Ever since your amicable breakup, months prior, you had taken the liberty of getting back together with one of your other exes. JJ had heard said information from Penelope.

She didn’t like it, to say the least. Sure, her job had given complications too the relationship—she was out of state often and couldn’t spend as much time with you as either of you had liked—but that didn’t mean she liked you with another girl.

To be fair, she had left quite an impression—a blonde, five-feet-seven, blue eyed sweetheart version of one, to be specific. Hell, half of your clothes were still at her house. You’d never asked for them back.

Whether intentional or not, JJ didn’t mention it. In fact, she still wore them occasionally.

Nevertheless, JJ’s jealousy was subtle, and, more often than not, she kept it to herself. It was irrational, of course, she had no right to feel the way she did—it was your life, your choice and your relationship. She was aware of that.

But, you could bet your ass on the fact that she kept her eye on the two of you. Every time your new girlfriend kissed you, she might as well have been kissing her. The taste of her vanilla lip balm still lingered, JJ was sure of it.

It wasn’t even something that the team had picked up on—she was able to keep her jealousy in check when the others were nearby, and she was good at playing it off. But, she was just a touch more bitter than usual; she missed you, that much was obvious.

But your new girl would just have to deal with the taste of her when she kissed you. JJ had been there first, and deep down—that’s a lie, at very surface level—she still had feelings for you.

Running into you at her morning coffee stop before work wasn’t in her plans—neither was running into you with your girlfriend.

But she can’t help herself. She was helplessly attached despite herself.

“Hey,” Her voice is soft, familiar to your ears—friendly, but wary.