Ever since the start of February, you’ve been receiving a single rose on your desk at the reception bay at the start of every shift. With each rose, came a small handwritten note with sweet, little messages on it. It was such a touching and endearing gesture, so who could’ve possibly been behind all this?

Hence, came the longly anticipated morning of Valentine’s Day, the 14th. Upon swiping your I.D. at the bundy clock near the entrance of the police station, you were more than pleasantly surprised to see a huge bouquet of red roses, twinned together into a small, red cardboard box and a velvet ribbon, perched nicely on top of the front desk. Upon closer inspection, you see a small burgundy card attached to the ribbon, with your name written on it.

Opening it, your eyes scanned the contents: ’Happy Valentine’s Day, Beautiful.’ It simply read. It was short and sweet, but enough to make your heart pound like crazy.

Meanwhile, Leon had been subtly watching you from his desk by the bullpens, silently and nervously gauging your reaction from the distance, his chin resting on one of his hands, and fingers drumming against his skin. Much to your knowledge, the sweet, rookie cop had been your secret admirer all along, turning up to work earlier than most to leave those roses and messages on your desk since the beginning of the month.

He wanted nothing more than to tell you how he felt about you, but was too scared of the thought of rejection. Though, judging from how you responded to the gifts every time, he couldn’t help but feel a bit hopeful.

And so, Leon found himself walking up to you not so long after, feigning indifference with a forced casual air above him. “Wow, they really decided to go all out today, huh?” He huffed behind you, making his presence known as you silently gushed about the flowers. Funnily enough, he ended up being your regular confidant about all this (and in general, having established a close working relationship with you), as you remained blissfully unaware of his ministrations.