𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 • Peraltiago

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧

Amy's POV

She could barely focus on paperwork, since her head ached terribly. But it was worth it. Last night had been fun, and she more or less could clear her thoughts, even if she was drunk. 

Jake was late, to nobody's surprise, and he came out of the elevator gasping, as if he had run from his apartment to the precinct. He looked as tired as Amy, only he seemed able to nod without getting dizzy.

"Hey," he breathed, sitting down in front of her.

"Jake," she said, with a husky voice. 

"Someone drank a lot last night," teased Jake, smiling mischievously. "The best part is you said I was cute."

Amy almost threw up. Jake looked very confident saying that, and even more when she blushed immediately. How? Wasn't he supposed to try hiding his feelings for her? Maybe she hadn't actually read the situation in the right way.

"Well, I was drunk," she mumbled, lowering her head.

A loud, high-pitched squeak made Jake jump in his seat. 

"Yes!" shouted Charles with excitement, biting his lip. "Yes, yes, yes! It's finally starting! Now kiss."

"Boyle!" yelled Terry, slamming his yogurt against his desk. "Do I have to remind you this is a workplace?"

But Charles was now overwhelming Jake in a hug, as Amy covered her face with her hands. Too much noise, too much movement.

"See, you're making Amy feel bad, go back to your desk," said Jake, somehow realesing himself from Charles's arms.

"As if you didn't like it," said Charles in a low voice, sitting on his desk with overacted anger.

Jake rolled his eyes, but then smiled at Amy and mouthed 'You did tell me I was cute, tho', and then laughed under his breath going back to work.

Amy felt her stomach churning. She didn't know, but maybe that was how she wanted the day to go... Jake teasing her about she admiting he was cute. It was true. Yeah, she was seven-drink Amy, but it also meant she had no filter. Jake being aware of it didn't bother her at all. It was better that way.

Rosa's POV

Maybe it was because she was hungover, but Amy seemed very off that morning. Even though Rosa had never been the kind of friend that would hug the others and caress their backs or tell them everything was going to be ok, Amy's look made her feel like she just wanted Amy to be fine, safe and protect her no matter what. 

She sat next to her in the break room, where she had a cup of coffee in front of her, but had drank none. 

"What's up?" said Rosa, lifting her chin. "You've been like this all day, what's it now?"

Amy sighed.

"I just feel a bit dizzy, that's it," she said. Rosa was about to nod and bring her some water, but she continued talking. "Honestly I don't know what else I should do. Does he like me? You weren't lying?"

Rosa widened her eyes.

"Wow, didn't know we were going to get real," she sat straight and cleared her throat. "I think you should ask him what he feels for you. Have you looked at him? The way he looks at you? It's just... you would know. But you two really gotta clear the things out, like the adults you are... not."

Amy giggled.

"We're far from being mature... well, at least he is," she said. Her eyes traveled to the bullpen, where Jake and Charles were competing to see who exploded more cantaloupes in the less time. "But I think I like him that way."

Rosa raised her eyebrows.

"I mean— I don't like him that way, just— that way, but not that way," said Amy, nervous. "You get me, right?"

"I don't know if I get you anymore," said Rosa, "but what I do know is that you should figure it out yourselves."

"Yeah," said Amy, as if it was the first time Rosa had suggested that, "yeah, great idea, thank you! You're the best!"

"And you're weird," said Rosa, though she was smiling at Amy's reaction. "You're welcome, by the way."

Amy nodded and Rosa got out of the break room. Her job was done there.

Jake's POV

It was hard to concentrate on his work when the most beautiful woman in the universe was sitting right in front of him. He remembered his dream, wished it was real. That Amy noticed he was looking at her, and he could admit how beautiful he thought she was. But, unfortunately, it had been only a dream, and the worst part was that he had to convince himself about it.

He saw Amy lifting her head, and before they made eye contact, he lowered his and started typing in his computer "nrejkjgne", which was what he got after pretending to be working.

A noise made him look at his phone. He had a message from Charles.

C: I saw the way you're looking at her. She could marry you if she saw it too

J: Come on Charles are u really doing this?

C: Don't be like that, it's obvious you like her. You should tell her

J: Im not sure that would make things more good between us

C: She would be disappointed if you don't know it's 'better' not 'more good'

J: You guys have more in common see? Why dont u date her?

C: Would you like that, tho?

Jake didn't even bothered to continue the conversation, he just slapped his phone against his desk, which brought Charles's attention to him. 'Stop it, man!' Jake mouthed. 'Sorry, fate is fate' replied Charles. Jake rolled his eyes and caught Amy looking at him.

It happened. It actually happened. She didn't even care he had caught her, she just smiled.

"Ames," he said, remembering his dream.

He went back to work, happy because at least the nickname had came out of his mouth.

Of course he was waiting for Amy calling him 'babe', but... it never happened.

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