He had moved to Denver in order to try and keep his soberity.

He was in the attempt to get over his love for Violet, however, sometimes he just sat there and thought about her. Debating breaking the no contact they were attempting. it was just hard. moving on from someone you had fallen in love with.

You were on Squad 7, and the usual driver for that rig. He had taken notice to you the first day he started working here but you barely talked - mostly to your own group.

to say the least, this firehouse was not like 51. but no firehouse was like 51. he had to remind himself.

One morning after getting back from a house fire, Sam walked into the floor where you were going over the tools and making sure everything was there before shift change. he smiled slightly. "Hey,"

You looked up confused, you didnt usually talk to people outside Squad. "Carver?" you asked.

"Want to go out to dinner with me?" He blurted out the words before he could really stop them.