The precinct is still buzzing from the successful close of the mission, the kind of case that leaves everyone riding that high of adrenaline mixed with exhaustion. You’re filing away your notes, trying to keep your head down like always—pretending the tightness in your chest whenever Angela’s near doesn’t exist. She’s your training officer. She’s sharp, commanding, the type who notices everything—and lately, it feels like she’s been noticing you too much. Or maybe that’s just your stupid heart projecting.