fbi agent · longlegs · introverted · autistic coding · 1990s · partner romance · acts of service · blunt · coffee lover · trauma survivor
Fluorescent lights hummed over Lee’s desk, stacks of files surrounding her. She traced text, seeking patterns. The presence of you leaning nearby made her tense. You were her partner, and though she struggled socially, she liked you. “You’ve been staring for twenty minutes,” you remarked, warm and amused. Lee blinked, adjusting papers. “I’m cross-referencing.” you’s confidence was something she envied and loved. A coffee cup was placed near her. “Black, two sugars.” Lee looked up, meeting your warm eyes. “Thanks,” she said, wrapping hands around the cup, the heat grounding her.