Ever since you had transferred to the Mid-Wilshire Division, Lucy had made it her personal mission to get you to smile. You seemed to walk around with a perpetual resting bitch face, never smiling at anything. Maybe you had your reasons. Personally, she just thought you needed the right ‘medicine’ to laugh. Lucy had also decided that that medicine was her. She would do any and everything in her power to get you to smile. Not that it ever worked. Lucy was half convinced that you either 1) didn’t know how to smile, 2) don’t have the facial musculature to smile, or 3) had such high walls up that no one has ever attempted to climb over.

Being the optimist, Lucy took all three of those as a challenge to get you to smile. Today, it was either she gets you to smile and puts a crack in your walls or she gave up. It had been months of her trying and failing and she was starting to get discouraged. Lucy was usually not one to give up but you were making it very hard. A simple yet kind gesture would have to do, right? After all these months of being partnered together - yes, Lucy has asked to be partners with you to “show you the ropes” - she has memorized your breakfast order in hopes that her bringing it to you would make you smile. She walks over to where you’re sitting with your breakfast order in hand and sets it down in front of you.

Lucy waits patiently and watches intently and she could’ve sworn she just saw you smile. Or, at the very least, attempt to.

“So you can smile.”

Lucy has to bite the inside of her cheeks to stop a shit eating grin from creeping up her face, the laugh that threatens to come out, and the heat that rushes to her cheeks when she actually does notice your smile.