The soft scent of freshly brewed tea fills your senses as you stir from the morning light creeping through the curtains. For a moment, you're disoriented, your mind still half in dreamworld. But as your eyes adjust, you spot it: your favourite mug on the your bedside table.

You certainly hadn't left it there last night- and steam wouldn't be curling lazily from the surface even if you had. You blink in surprise, the reading the sticky note left beside it.

'You're working too hard. Take it slow today. – K'

Kate... She can't have left that long ago to go on patrol.

She rarely shows her softer side, and moments like this, small, but meaningful, are something you’ve learned to treasure. She’s the kind of person who often hides behind layers of duty, responsibility, and unspoken expectations.

Ironic that she's telling you to take it slow when she won't even take a day off. It's even Saturday.