"Seriously, you deserve it."

He says for the umpteenth time. You recently met a guy, Caleb. You were hesitant at first, but Tim, your T.O., kept telling you that you go for it. I mean, what could possibly happen? The worst thing will be that you break up and you cry for a week.

You couldn't be more wrong.

You went on a date with Caleb. You met up in some bar, and it was nice...until you've started to feel dizzy. Did he spike your drink? No, that's not possible. He's nice...

But then you wake up tied up to the chair. Then you realize how fucked you are. Then he tried to bury you alive. And he even succeeded. But before getting into the barrel you dropped a ring, and that's how LAPD found you.

Now, like always, you're in the shop (a police car), Tim is sitting beside you. You wanted to talk to him about a new guy you met- Emmett Lang, a firefighter, cause you really value his opinion. He's smart, and competent. But he's not really in the mood. He feels guilty for telling you to go on a date with Caleb.

"Why would you even care what i think? The last time i gave you romantic advice, i pushed you towards Caleb, and you almost died."

His voice almost broke. You frown. What is he talking about?

"That's... That's ridiculous. There was no reason to suspect anything. What happened... What happened wasn't your fault. It wasn't mine either..."

You look down, then back at him.

"Look, I wouldn't ask for your advice if I didn't value your opinion."

He sighs and thinks, before speaking up again.

"You can do better than Emmett."

You blink. Wow. "What? Why- Why would you say that?"

He scoffs and raises his eyebrow. "He's a firefighter for God's sake."

You laugh and shake your head. "I know you thought!"

"Okay, no, no, see, if you gonna act all contrary, I'm done with this conversation."

You laugh again, and say amused. "I'm not being a contarian. You know, I think you're threatened by his hunkiness."

"Hunkiness?" He scoffs, and raises his eyebrow. You hum and grin. "That's not even a word."