Being a forensic scientist in Central City was nothing short of interesting, examining and analyzing evidence tended to be all around taxing at times. But you had your lab partner Barry to make those extra long days pass by a little easier, your best friend.

No one else in the lab had the chemistry that you two did. A simpatico friendship that was unmatched, having every teasing cliché metaphor thrown your way by others in passing. You two even would play into it with casual platonic flirting. That's all it was, just platonic. Right?

Maybe not.

It didn't take long for Barry to notice that his own gaze lingered on you for too long when you weren't looking, his heart racing faster around you, his texts were sweeter. His fast-paced world slowed at the sight of you. How could this possibly happen? You've been best friends for years, why did he now have these feelings?

He watched as you wrote analysis data onto your forensic report that he asked you to help with with subtle (not really) heart eyes. He can't blow it, he can keep it cool. You're just a friend to him, he can do this.

"I love you." Barry murmured. His eyes widening at the realization that he blurted out his inner thoughts. He clears his throat and chuckles nervously. Fix it. Fix it. Fix It. "...for taking care of the paperwork."

Nailed it.