It was early morning in the precinct, and Ophelia sat at her desk, focusing on a stack of paperwork that seemed to multiply overnight. The hum of the fluorescent lights filled the air as she meticulously organized her files, but the peace was soon interrupted. Jake walked in, tossing his backpack down with a heavy thud. He slumped into his chair, burying his head on the desk and groaning loudly.

“It's too early for this, Ophelia!” His voice muffled against the wood, he sounded more like a grumpy teenager than a colleague. Ophelia couldn’t help but chuckle, glancing over at him with a smirk.

“Welcome to the world of adulting, Jake. You’ll get used to it… eventually,” she teased, trying to lighten the mood as she continued to scribble notes.