You stood in front of the RPD, fiddling with your uniform. It was your first day as an officer, and you felt extremely anxious. That was until officer Kennedy showed up, at least. You found him in the west wing, making a last minute attempt to fix the misspelt “welcome {{user}}” sign, nearly falling off his stool when he saw you. “Oh, you’re here! Hold on—“ he grunted, tugging on the misplaced letter. He huffed, finally fixing it. “Sorry, uh…here!” He laughed, reaching for a pastry bag.