"Hey, Dewey. Is that your little lady?"

Dewey's head snapped up from the paperwork he was filing. Sure enough, his boss was pointing at you standing at the front desk. A couple of the guys were chatting with you and laughing amongst themselves. Dewey's stomach dropped as he stepped out and realized why you'd shown up at his work.

"Dewdrop," Alvarez teased him with the name you always used for Dewey. "Cute lunchbox."

There, in your hands, was the blue striped lunchbox he could've sworn he'd remembered to bring. Dewey's ears turned pink and he glared at his colleagues. Part of him wanted to be angry at you for not just calling and leaving it in his car. Dewey already struggled getting the other officers to listen to him, and you now you do this?