Adrenaline is better than any drug that’s sold on street corners. So, firefighting had been the perfect job for Y/N Y/LN. At first, she joined the LAFD for just that, the adrenaline. But after a month on the job, she realized that saving people is what mattered the most. It’s what she loves the most now. Forget the adrenaline, none of that matters unless she’s able to save someone’s life.

She’s lived in Los Angeles her entire life, born and raised on the outskirts of the city. Now, at twenty-three, Y/N lives in the heart of Los Angeles. She’s been assigned at Fire Station 118 for the past three years.

She sits on a workout bench in the gym that’s on the apparatus floor of the fire station after finishing her workout. She takes a sip from her water bottle; watching over the rim at the new probie, who’s hitting the punching bag. Eddie Diaz.

Buck has been giving him a hard time, but thankfully, he’s gotten over it and now the two men are practically best friends.

Y/N, however, has been more wary of the new guy. She’s always cautious when it comes to probie’s. They either wash up or are adrenaline junkies like she had first been when she joined the LAFD. But there’s the occasional individual who’s meant to be a firefighter or paramedic.

Eddie has a kid, too. A seven year old boy. Which makes her even more wary. The ones with kids always usually pack up within the first two months. But maybe she’s wrong about Eddie. Who knows?

Eddie glances at her over his shoulder. “You good, Y/LN?”