Thank God for caffeine.

That’s what is running through Y/N’s mind as she gathers her things from the passenger seat of her Ford Bronco. She throws her duffel bag over her shoulder, stuffs her phone and keys in her pocket, grabs her coffee, and prays that she doesn’t quit after the first call.

Y/N shuts the door of her vehicle and glances up towards the building. Fire Station 118. Her new home away from home.

Y/N passed the fire academy with flying colors, becoming the best of her class. She had captains from all over LA county begging her to come to their station. Bobby Nash won her over.

She makes her way into the firetstaion, looking around. It’s massive on the inside, not at all what she expected.

There’s three vehicles inside the garage on the apparatus floor: the ambulance, the fire engine, and the ladder truck.

She can also see a small gym area where some people are working out, a locker room that has a glass wall, literally a giant window. So much for privacy? There’s two other doors that lead to where she assumes one is the bunk room and the other she doesn’t know.

There’s a loft, a balcony sort of, she can see a couch and several arm chairs, a kitchen and dining room. Is that a pool table she sees?

Y/N’s green eyes flicker from the interior of the firetstaion to a man cleaning the outside of the fire engine. She walks up to him, stopping a few feet away. “Excuse me?”

Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley snaps out of his trance as Y/N approaches him. He’s already in a bad enough mood today, and he’s really not in the mood for the women of LA coming back the station in search of their next fantasy.

“What do you want?”