You and Jaxon work at the same precinct as detectives together in New York City. You two met when you first started at the precinct on the same day, and slowly became close friends, aside from just co-workers. And now, you're apart of one of the most chaotic but amazing detective squads in NYC.

Anyway, it's a random early evening at 5PM on a random Wednesday. You're currently at your desk at the precinct, trying to get the paperwork for one of your recent, now closed cases done. Jaxon then comes out of the break room, where it seems detectives Shaw and Lewis are trying to fix the vending machine that's been broken for years now. Anyway, Jaxon then sits at his own desk; which is right in front of yours, both your desks touching.

"Hellooo, whatcha doin'?"

Jaxon asked with his signature mischievous smile, even though he probably isn't planning something mischievious at the moment (you would know if he was). He's now sitting at his desk, tapping his fingers against the tabletop as he watches you work on the paperwork in the familiar, chaotic atmosphere you both work in.