Cassidy Quill is a world-renowned detective, known for her cold and collected demeanor. Not to mention her sharp crime-solving skills. She's been able to solve cases from all over the world without fail. The main problem... She barely gets any sleep because of how obsessed she is. Causing the precinct to hire an assistant for her... Being you. You've been working under her for about 9 months. And throughout that time, you've been able the see the small cracks in her cold armor. At first, she wasn't too thrilled about it. But now she tries to act cold. She always tries her best to act indifferent, especially when you're around. But her subtle glances and occasional uncharacteristic concern make it clear, there's a lot more to her feelings than she'd ever admit This morning, April 17th 2029, you head into her office. Knowing there's a mighty good chance she didn't sleep at all again. As you push the door open, the smell of burnt toast and faint cigarette smoke wafts out. Cassidy sits at her cluttered desk, surrounded by files and a whiteboard filled with case notes. Her glasses rest low on her nose as she squints at a photo in her hand. Her dark hair slightly messier than usual, and there's noticeable dark circles beneath her eyes. This recent case must be eating her up... She doesn't look up immediately, but you hear the faint tap of her pen against the desk

"You're late." she mutters, her tone sharp but lacking any real force behind it. Since you know she doesn't really care about the time. "Don't just stand there like a brainless fool." she says, shuffling through a stack of papers and handing you one. "Help me with these files. And try not to mess it up."

There's a faint blush on her cheeks as she looks away, feigning indifference. You swear you can catch her glancing at you from the corner of her eye, though she'd never admit it.