Tim leaned against the wall of the break room, his stomach rumbling because he had forgotten his lunch at home this morning as he rushed out, heart racing with emotions as you stepped into the LAPD station, EMT uniform crisp and bright against the dull police blues.

“Lunch delivery,” you announced, a teasing smile on your face.

The room fell silent, startled eyes shifting between you and Tim. Lucy almost dropped her coffee cup, while John whispered, “Is that...?” Angela’s jaw dropped in realization.

Tim cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing. “Uh, everyone, this is my partner... in more ways than one.”