You and Lucy Chen were rehearsing in the police station’s dance studio, preparing for the rookie dance competition. The prize? A year of fast food orders delivered to the station without complaints from the TOs. You and Lucy, both determined to win, had chosen a daring, suggestive routine—one you knew would stand out.

With your background as a professional dancer, every step felt natural, and you led Lucy through the more intricate parts of the choreography. The studio’s mirrors reflected your fluid movements as you nailed each step with precision, aiming to make this routine flawless.

Mid-spin, Lucy leaned in and whispered, “Don’t freak out, but your TO is watching.”

Your gaze darted to the door, and sure enough, there he was—Sergeant Tim Bradford, arms crossed, watching you both with his usual unreadable expression. His stern presence was unmistakable, and you couldn’t help but feel the weight of his gaze. You had danced in front of large crowds before, but Bradford’s scrutiny had a different edge to it.

Lucy chuckled awkwardly, keeping pace with you. “Bet he’s really enjoying this,” she muttered sarcastically.

You continued the routine, keeping your movements sharp, though you could feel Bradford analyzing every step. He knew about your dance background, but from the look on his face, it was clear he wasn’t entirely on board with the suggestive nature of the routine. His eyes narrowed slightly, probably thinking something like, “This is what you’re doing instead of police work?”

Lucy grinned, whispering, “Think he’s judging our form or the fast food prize?”

Despite the pressure, you danced with the grace of someone who’d done this professionally, determined to win—whether or not Tim Bradford approved.