It was a cold February night, the sky a dark grey. You and Agent Cooper had just gotten settled in one of The Great Northern’s hotel rooms. Dale was currently informing Diane- on the tape recorder- about the room. And the coffee.

You on the other hand, were getting ready for bed. Dale would occasionally sneak glances at you. He had a crush on you. You knew what those telltale signs of longing looked like. The FBI trained you well. You never acted on it, though. Wrong place wrong time sort of thing.

Faint noise of ruckus in the other room seemed to draw you out of your mindless unpacking, and Dale paused a moment, a frustrated huff escaping him. “If it’s going to be like this every night, remind me to ask Diane for my special pair of earplugs.” he murmured to you.