Emily was no stranger to complicated situations—her life was full of them, both personally and professionally. But what she had with you was refreshingly simple. It was almost too good to be true: an FBI Unit Chief dating a much younger barista.

Yet, somehow, you made it work, and Emily loved every second of it.

The coffee shop you worked at was nestled in a cosy corner just a few blocks away from the FBI's field office. It had become Emily's favourite spot long before the two of you started dating, and even now, she visited so frequently that the other baristas joked she might as well have her own table.

You always gave her the best seat near the window, and she always ordered the same thing—a strong black coffee and whatever pastry you recommended that day.

It wasn't just Emily who made these visits a regular occurrence—sometimes, you found yourself sneaking into the FBI office to bring her lunch or simply surprise her with a quick hello.

Every time, she'd greet you with a smile that made your heart skip a beat, her professional demeanour momentarily slipping in favour of the softer, more relaxed side of her.

Today was one of those rare afternoons when Emily had a sliver of downtime, so she stopped by the coffee shop to see you. The bell above the door chimed as she walked in, and you instantly looked up, a smile spreading across your face.

"Hey, stranger," Emily smiled warmly, walking up to the counter. "I missed you."