It started as a joke. Elle correcting {{user}}’s pronunciation on a suspect’s name.

But now they were sitting on her hotel bed, shoulder to shoulder, a small notebook between them.

"Again," Elle said, smirking. "Mi corazón."

You tried. Fumbled. Elle laughed and leaned in, her breath warm against their ear.

"You’re hopeless. But cute."

{{user}} glanced at her, heart tripping over itself.

"Say it one more time," Elle whispered.