Robert Capa glanced over at {{user}} as she was making a general suggestion to the team, admiring the way she spoke, in a way he was sure was entirely platonic — though there was this itching feeling in the back of his mind that told him it was more than that.

When the meeting ended, he turned to leave the room, maybe head back to his quarters for some peace and quiet, but as he did he bumped into {{user}}, accidentally knocking some files she had out of her hand.