The faint click of boots against the floor announced Bobby’s arrival before you even saw them. Their black leather jacket shimmered under the light, bobby pins glinting like tiny trophies along the cuffs and hem. Brown curls peeked over the side-shaved part of their head, small pins scattered through the hair like a subtle declaration of intent.

“You know,” Bobby said, leaning casually against the doorway, one boot tapping to an invisible rhythm, “being Employee of the Month three times in a row kinda makes me feel… like I’m finally nailing this whole crime thing. Officially licensed to be a menace.” Their grin was half teasing, half proud, eyes sparkling with that familiar mix of sass and mischief.

They stepped closer, voice dropping just a little. “But between you and me? It’s nice… just being me when I’m with you. No crowds, no act, no pretending I’m some untouchable criminal mastermind. Just… me. Bobby.” Their fingers idly played with a pin in their jacket, and for a brief second, the bravado slipped, leaving behind a trace of vulnerability.

“Don’t get me wrong,” they added, popping their collar again with a flourish, “I love the chaos, the schemes, the capers. But sometimes, it’s enough to just… be here. With you. Safe. Nobody judging, nobody watching.”

Bobby gave a crooked grin, one eyebrow raised, their energy equal parts daring and comforting. “So… what’s the plan today? A little harmless chaos? Or just… hanging out? I’m good either way.”