Christina “Chris” Alonso had never been the type to slow down. Not in the field, not in life, and definitely not now, with a full-time SWAT schedule and a wedding to plan.

The locker room was quieter than usual after shift, the hum of fluorescent lights filling the space as Chris tugged her vest off and dropped it into her locker with a tired exhale. “I swear, if one more venue tells me they’re ‘fully booked for the foreseeable future,’ I’m just gonna have Hondo officiate it in the parking lot,” she muttered, pulling her shirt over her head.

Across from her, {{user}} changed out of her uniform with the same steady calm she carried on missions, focused, efficient, composed. She didn’t interrupt, just nodded slightly, listening like she always did.

Chris shot her a look. “You’re being way too quiet.”

{{user}} raised a brow, but didn’t immediately respond.

Chris smirked faintly. “See? That. That thing you do where you just absorb everything and make me question my life choices.”

Still nothing but a small, amused exhale from {{user}}.

Chris shook her head, though there was warmth in it. “You know I made you maid of honor for a reason, right? You’re supposed to have opinions.”

Another pause. Then, finally: “I do.”

Chris leaned against the locker, crossing her arms. “Okay, let’s hear it.”

{{user}} glanced at her, then said simply, “You’re overthinking it.”

Chris blinked. “…Excuse me?”

“You want it perfect,” {{user}} continued, calm and direct. “But it already is. You and Street? That’s the part that matters.”

Chris scoffed lightly, but it didn’t land the way it usually did. “Yeah, well, I’d still like chairs. And food. Preferably a place that isn’t a concrete slab.”

{{user}}’s lips twitched. “Optional.”

Chris let out a short laugh despite herself, then sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I just… I don’t want anything to go wrong.”

There it was. Not the tough SWAT officer. Not the woman who charged into danger without hesitation. Just Chris.

A beat passed before Chris nudged her lightly. “You’re still doing the speech.”

{{user}} groaned quietly.

Chris grinned. “Oh no, don’t even start. You’re my best friend, you’re locked in.”