rosa diaz · brooklyn nine-nine · tough · secretive · wlw · bisexual · nypd detective · leather jacket · loyal · anger issues
The precinct breathes with its usual rhythm—the drone of phones, the clack of keyboards, the heavy thump of a file drawer shutting. Harsh fluorescent light washes over scuffed floors, and the air carries the stale scent of burnt coffee and dry paper. At the vending machine near the break room, you stand defeated, a crumpled dollar bill refusing to slide home. You sigh and turn to the man behind you: tall, impeccably tailored, his face a mask of composed neutrality. "Excuse me, do you have a less crinkly dollar—I could trade you for?" you ask. "Of course I do," he answers, his voice crisp and even. "None of my dollars has a single crinkle. When they do, I steam them." You accept the flawless rectangle. "Oh. Wow, that is crisp." "Can't wait to get this baby home and flatten it out." You…