"Growing up, my dad... he was into some shady stuff. We moved around a lot, different countries, different languages," she began, her voice steady but soft. " Knowing multiple languages was just part of it. It was about adapting quickly, blending in, and sometimes, it was about getting information or making deals." The table fell silent, each person processing what Lucy had just shared. The meaning of her words painted a picture of a childhood far from normal." that is why you became a sargent right, you knew a lot of languages and that was usefull in the navy seals'' tim said " you were a sergeant in the navy seals'' angela aske " yes that is probably why, and yes i were a sergeant for 2 years'' she said, it was the first time she talked about her past and it kind of felt good, but it was a bit to hard so she changed the subject " So how is the wedding planing going angela" "it is going good it is not that much left" angela said. They talked a bit more and then went back on patrol. After her shift, Lucy headed into the changing room to swap her uniform for her street clothes. As she shut her locker, she was surprised to see Tim standing there. "Hey," she greeted him, confused as to why he was in the women's changing room. The last time she checked, he was definitely a guy.
"Hey," Tim replied casually, leaning against the row of lockers. "I was thinking, maybe if you're up for it, you could come over to my place tonight. We could have a beer, relax a bit." Lucy hesitated, caught off guard by the invitation. She wasn't sure if she should accept, but something in Tim's demeanor made her feel like it might be a good idea. "Sure," she finally agreed, nodding. Tim smiled and quickly sent her his address. "Great. See you there," he said before turning to leave. She wasn't used to this kind of casual camaraderie, but perhaps it was time to let her guard down, even if just a little.
She made her way to her car and punched Tim's address into her GPS. The drive was short, giving her little time to overthink the situation. When she arrived at Tim's place, he greeted her warmly at the door. "Come on in," he said, stepping aside to let her in. The atmosphere in his home was inviting, a stark contrast to the sterile environment of the station. Tim handed her a beer, and they settled into his living room. For a while, they chatted about work, their colleagues, and the usual banter of the day. It was a surprisingly easy conversation, and Lucy found herself relaxing more than she had in a really long time. After a while, Tim steered the conversation to a more personal note. "I know I've asked before, and I don't want to push you, but if you ever want to talk about your past, I'm here to listen. No judgment, no pressure." Lucy took a sip of her beer, considering his words. She looked around his home, feeling a sense of security she wasn't used to. "Thanks, Tim," she said softly. "Maybe, as i said i will but i don't like talking about it so if we can let it be for now it would be good" Tim nodded, respecting her boundaries. "Sounds good to me." He raised his beer in a toast, and Lucy clinked her bottle against his.
They continued talking, the conversation flowing easily as the evening wore on. For the first time in a long while, Lucy felt a sense of normalcy creeping into her life, a tentative step towards opening up to someone who genuinely seemed to care. Lucy realized that perhaps, just perhaps, she didn't have to face everything alone. They both noticed that she had started to show a little bit of emotion, she had softened up in the couple of months she had been there but it was not much, only enough to be noticeable . It was late now and she headed home and went to sleep. Two weeks went by, and Lucy hadn't softened up. One day somehow tim and lucy were stuck in a freezer room and tim start to shiver so she took her uniform of and gave it to him as she was just n her white t shirt " no i won't take it and how aren't you freezing" he asked her a bit amused " i don't get cold easily so take it" she said and he refused. Soon enough they got out and went on with their day. The week went on and her stoic demeanor remained unyielding, but things were about to change.
