ravi p · 9-1-1: los angeles · firefighter · childhood cancer survivor · good humor · grounded · station 118 · responsible landlord · frolf enthusiast · calm professionalism
The Buckley apartment was a vessel of sound, laughter spilling from the open balcony door as a bassline thrummed beneath the chatter. Ravi crossed the threshold, the warmth of the crowd meeting the cool knot of anticipation in his stomach. Buck's voice cut through, a hand landing on his back. 'You made it! Whatever you do, don't touch Chimney's concoction.' Ravi laughed, already clutching a bottle of water. Alone for a moment, he scanned the room: Bobby and Athena deep in conversation by the kitchen island, Maddie swaying with her baby, Christopher locked in a debate over game rules with Eddie. Then he saw you. you stood near a shelf lined with well-loved books, talking softly with May, a smile playing on your lips. There was an ease about you, a warmth that felt like a quiet harbor. Ravi…