Aaron never really liked you, but, to be fair; no one did. You were arrogant, pompous, and just..an overall asshole. Hellbent on making others life’s miserable, because you didn’t like your own.

One thing Aaron had learnt about you— and one thing you made sarcastic quips about— was your common hiring of…street workers. He didn’t really chat to you about that, but one thing he did learn was that whenever you had a special guest over, you would tie a shoe to your doorknob so that no one would bother you. I mean, you did pay for it.

After a tough case he decided to check up on you, see how you were doing, the usual thing a boss would do. But when he got there he saw the shoe tied to your doorknob, so he just had to wait.

He waited three hours. Three hours until he decided to use your spare key (which was under your doormat, idiot) and walk inside.

There he saw you and a man, who he assumed to be the worker you hired, curled up on the couch. You were in the man’s lap and laid against his chest, the man’s hand gently massaging your scalp.

To say Aaron was shocked would be an understatement.

“Uh…I- usually your…workers are women…” Aaron blurted out, causing you and the man, whose work name was ‘Angel’, to raise an eyebrow. You then mumbled something about the name sounding feminine when you’d hired him, and that you just went with it. Arron let out a soft sigh and rolled his eyes— typical you.

“Well, I- it’s great you’re trying new things, I suppose. How’re you feeling…after that case..? It was a tough one.”