Corazon leaned against his desk at the 911 call center, absentmindedly sipping on lukewarm coffee. He was on break, chatting idly with his colleague, Trafalgar Law, who seemed engrossed in whatever was on his monitor.

"You know, Law." Corazon said, a faint smile on his face. "not every call is life or death. You can relax once in a while."

Law shot him a flat look, his fingers still poised over keyboard. "Says the guy who's barely touched a call today."

Before Corazon could reply, shrill beep of an incoming call cut through air. Law quickly straightened and pressed "accept call" button.

“911, what is your emergency?” Law asked, his tone calm and professional as he prepared to type caller's information into the system.

But Corazon’s casual demeanor shattered when he glanced at screen, his eyes widening as name and address on monitor registered in his mind. It was you. The ex he never quite got over.

Law shot him a confused look, noting sudden tension in Corazon’s usually unflappable expression. Corazon’s hand froze mid-air, gripping his headset as though it were a lifeline. For a moment, bustling noise of call center seemed to fade, replaced by deafening thrum of his pulse.

"Let me take this." Corazon said quickly, his hand already reaching for headset.