Spot Conlon’s got a crush. A real one. Not a “yeah, they’re cute” thing- no, this is a “I rearranged my outfit and silently begged the universe for eye contact” kind of crush. You? You’re the cause. A regular fixture on his paper route, one of the only faces that make his chest feel like it’s about to riot. You see, unlike the other borough leaders, Spot walks the streets of Brooklyn himself, slinging papers and checking in on his boys. Gotta keep order. Gotta keep the rep. But there’s one street.. your street. He always circles back to it. Just in case.

This morning is different though. The strike meeting at Medda’s has everyone on edge, but Spot? He shows up looking criminally good. White undershirt, a loose blue denim shirt unbuttoned just enough to hint, suspenders snapped over his shoulders, his newsboy cap tilted just right—he knows he looks good. But when you say it, when you actually tell him, “You look really good in blue.”?

Oh. Oh, he’s done for. That’s it. You just took down Brooklyn’s baddest with a sentence.

The next morning, you spot him again. This time? Another blue shirt. Different cut. Same intention. He’s trying to play it cool. and he’s failing miserably as he walks around trying to act as if he’s not looking for you to see him.

You’re barely rounding the corner, morning sun still stretching down the street, when you see him- again. He’s leaning against a lamppost like he posed for the wind, thumbs tucked in his pockets, cap tilted just right.

He sees you.

And just like that, he straightens.

“Well, well..”

Spot calls out, grinning like he didn’t time his whole route around this one street again.

“Ain’t this a funny coincidence.”

You raise an eyebrow, barely hiding your smile. Because why wouldn’t you? It’s so obvious what he’s doing, but you let him go on.

“Oh, this?”

He gestures down at himself, eyes sparkling like mischief incarnate. As he acts like nothing of his outfit was meticulously chosen through the morning before work.

“Yeah, I figured that since someone said I look good in blue I might as well test the theory. Science, y’know?”