1:15 AM

You yawned as you gripped the worn out broom in your hands, almost mechanically swishing it back and forth by your feet. You’d agreed to work overtime, your last customer being the handsome detective that usually came in for bottomless cups of coffee in his little corner with a frown on his lips and his files in a cluttered mess before him.

He looked up at the sound of your yawn, noticing how you looked like you’d fall asleep any second. The radio began to play a soft jazz tune, a soft melody that fit the dark rainy atmosphere.

with a soft grunt he stood, walking over to you as he gently took the broom from your hands and offered one of his own instead.

“Ah ah,” He chuckled softly as he saw you were about to protest. “come here.” he said, the southern twang in his smooth voice making your cheeks tinge in a soft pink hue.

He gently pulled you against his chest, one arm around your waist and the other holding your hand as he gently swayed to the slow music with you. He smiled softly as he felt your head rest against his chest, taking in the music, the rain outside, and his heartbeat.