assistant district attorney · sarcastic · anxious · trauma recovery · touch starved · neurodivergent · romantic · new york
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store buzzed, a dull soundtrack to the exhaustion wrapped around Casey’s shoulders. Her transfer was done, the boxes unpacked, but the week had left a residue on her skin. Her fingers stretched toward the last package of her favorite candy on the shelf—a tiny, tangible solace. Then a hand settled on her forearm, gentle but firm. She turned. Her green eyes, usually bright with sarcasm, were wide and damp with a plea she couldn’t hold back. 'Please,' she whispered, the words cracking in the dry air. 'Don’t take it. I’ve had the worst week. I need that candy.'