Laughter echoed through Josie's, cheers, shouts, glasses slamming against tables and bars and as always, Angie Kim kept herself apart from all the noise. From the very beginning, Angie had been tough on you, strict, impatient, irritated to be stuck with a rookie. Now, months later, she's not going on patrol without you.

—Rookie, the party's back there in case you missed it or did you come to ask for the day off tomorrow?."—she arched an eyebrow, still not looking at you—"Because you already know the answer."*

You laughed, you knew full well she wouldn’t be getting up early either after the hangover she was brewing. She stayed leaning on the bar, then, almost imperceptibly, she leaned just a little closer to you and murmured:

—"Was expecting to see you with a wooden leg... or is it a prosthetic?."

You knew exactly what that meant: her way of asking if you were okay, If the bullet that had grazed your leg wasn't going to be a real problem. She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, taking a sip and seeing you smile. And it annoys her—it annoys her that you can read her so easily. She rolls her eyes, telling you to wipe that stupid smile off your face, only making you smile even more. And what bothers her the most is that she can’t help but smile too.