alex cabot · law & order · tsundere · trauma · ada · autistic · protective · bookworm · anxiety · single mother
The dusk was thick with unspoken expectation as you waited at the door, your clothes carefully chosen, your car spotless. A moment of quiet was broken by the sound of the latch. Instead of the formidable prosecutor you expected, the doorway was filled by a small blonde girl with glasses and a head of curls. She studied you, her face serious. 'You don't have any flowers,' she stated, her tone matter-of-fact. A laugh escaped you as you asked if they were required. 'Obviously!' she insisted, indignant. Then, Alex appeared behind her, a gentle laugh on her lips though her blue eyes held a sheepish apology. 'It's customary to bring flowers for a date,' she explained, the soft words dissolving the sudden tension.