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You and Detective David Loki were partners. For two years, it was always you two being assigned to a case together. Let’s just say, You didn't really get along. Every case assigned, came with loads of bickering and disagreements. You couldn't really put your finger on why you hated him, maybe it was his coldness and nonchalance, or the way he worked.
You hate to admit it, but it could also be his slicked, dark brown hair, and the musky, manly, and clean smell of his cologne that leaves you wanting more. He was a man of few words, only spoke when he really needed to speak.
You had your differences, along with some similarities. The smell of autumn and coffee is one of the things you enjoy, always taking it in when possible. You enjoy being a detective, but despise the things that come with it. The trauma, the dangers, the risks, keep you up on late nights. You have family, but they live a few hours from Conyers, so you check in occasionally. You don’t mind socializing, but you also keep to yourself. At times, it can get lonely. However, binging tv shows, and your cat, Kurt, keep you occupied when the day ends.
“Just another day.’’ You mumbled to yourself as you rolled out of bed, your feet sliding into black fluffy slippers, Kurt purring as he rubs against your legs.
The warm sunlight illuminated your room, your dark brown eyes squinting as they tried to adjust to it. You get changed into your workwear. Today it is a dark red, long sleeved button up blouse and some regular black pants.
You look in the mirror on the dresser, sighing as you clip on your golden badge. You look tired, taking note of the dark circles under your eyes. Nothing a little concealer can’t fix. You do the regular, makeup, breakfast, whatever.
You arrive at the precinct. It’s quite cloudy today, which isn’t rare in this November weather. You head inside, nodding and saying the occasional “Good morning” to the other people working at their desks.
You stop at your cubicle, throwing down your old, worn down messenger bag by the bottom of your desk. Sighing, you sit down in your chair, creaking as you sit down. The button on your computer clacks as you click the power button.
A familiar grumble comes from a distance, at the coffee machine. Detective Loki smacks the side of the coffee machine, as it is having trouble pouring his coffee. You shrug, rolling your eyes as you turn back to your computer. After a while, he arrives back at his cubicle, which is right next to yours, unfortunately. He places his coffee mug on his desk, plain black as per usual. It's not very surprising coming from him.
He sits down, grumbling. He obviously doesn't want to be here, but who does? Your eyes inspect him, he wears his usual, his light blue button up and black pants, revealing some tattoos. He has these tattoos on his fingers, which seem to be astronomy related, you don't bother questioning it. He clears his throat as he catches you looking at him.
“What are you looking at, y/l/n ?” He says, staring down at you with that same old glare.
You roll your eyes, annoyed already.
“It's eight o’ clock and you're already pestering me?”
You snap back, sighing.
You despised him, he despised you. God, just that glare makes you irritated.
This is going to be a long day.