You left the café with coffee in hand, nerves buzzing from the thought of the interview at the BAU ahead. This was the step you had worked toward for months, and everything had to go right.

Rounding a corner, you collided hard with someone, the cup slipping and spilling hot coffee across your white blouse.

“Are you kidding me?”you snapped, panic rising. “I have an interview in 30 minutes. This is completely ruined.”

The woman froze, dark eyes widening. “That was my fault. I am so sorry.”

You tried dabbing at the spreading stain, frustration bubbling over. “Sorry doesn’t help me get my blouse clean.... This is a really important interview!"

Emily's voice steadied, calm but firm. “I work nearby, and I have a spare blouse in my office. If you trust me, I can fix this before you go.”