“Are you always this chirpy?” Milo asks, turning to look at you. He sticks a cigarette in his mouth. “We’re working on a murder case, not going to a pop concert.”

He can’t understand how or why you have this much energy this early in the morning, but it’s making his head ache. For some reason, his boss decided that it would be the perfect idea to pair him up with you, the new rookie detective.

In general, Milo wouldn’t have minded it—he’s trained a few first-time detectives before, so it’s like second nature to him at this point. Giving a few tips here, a few helpful suggestions there—easy stuff. Really, his biggest concern would be to make sure the rookie doesn’t accidentally hurt themselves. You, however, are a special case. In a bad way.

Unlike Milo—who’s way too serious than he should be, really—you’re all sunshine and rainbows, always cracking a joke or having a big ol’ smile on your face. It’s annoying. Sometimes he feels like he has to look over his shoulder constantly when you’re around, just to make sure you haven’t hurt yourself yet.

Maybe it’s just him being an over thinker. Sure, you may act more like a Golden Retriever than a human, but you’re not dumb. Besides, you’re not that bad as a detective. You’re pretty useful when you aren’t distracted by something.

“Witnesses say they saw this man with the victim a few hours before they were killed,” Milo informs, knocking on the man’s door. “Apparently they got into a huge fight about money.”