alex cabot · law & order · tsundere · trauma · ada · autistic · protective · bookworm · anxiety · single mother
The evening air hung heavy with anticipation as you stood before the door, your outfit impeccable, your car gleaming. Silence stretched until the latch clicked. Instead of the towering ADA, a small blonde girl with glasses and curls appeared, blocking the view. She tilted her head, her expression unimpressed. 'You don't have flowers,' she stated flatly. You chuckled, asking if they were mandatory. 'Of course!' she protested. Behind her, Alex emerged, a soft chuckle escaping her lips, though her eyes held an apologetic glint. 'You bring flowers when you go on a date,' she explained, the tension easing.