𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 • Peraltiago

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚

Amy's POV

The whole Jake thing was making work harder. Not because he would tease her or something, no, it was just that... having him right in front of her would make everything harder to focus on, and his smile warmed her heart every time she looked at him.

Rosa told her to confess her feelings, and that was what she was going to do. But maybe not that day... maybe the next one, or the next of the next one. Only when she was sure things wouldn't get awkard in case he didn't like her back.

Amy was in the break room, when Charles entered looking very excited.

"Hey gurl," he sang.

"What's going on?" said Amy with a smile, frowning.

Charles shook his head, his hands trembling with excitement as if he couldn't keep them still. He got a candy from the vending machine and started tapping his feet against the floor.

"Really, why do you look so happy?" Amy asked again, confused.

"I wish with my whole heart I could tell you," said Charles, speaking real fast. "I can't. I promised someone I wouldn't."

Amy rolled her eyes. Either it was Jake who he was talking about or it was someone Amy didn't care about that much.

"Rosa didn't tell you anything, did she?" said Amy, her eyes wide open.

"About you and Jake? No! Crazy, who told you that?" 

"Ok, you're terrible lying," Amy and Charles sat at the table. "Yes, about me and Jake."

Charles almost chokes with his chocolate bar.

"Excuse me?" he said between laughs.

"What?" said Amy, puzzled, until she realized what she had said. "Oh my god! I meant 'Jake and I', not 'me and Jake'! Come on, Charles, get over it!"

"I think I'm gonna get over it, but I'm not sure you will," said Charles, beaming. "It's ok, a bit of Jakeness in the room is always good."

Amy hit Charles softly in the shoulder and he laughed with even more excitement. She would've said he was acting weird if he wasn't just weird all the time. But she was also happy. Happy because she had gathered the courage she needed to confess her feelings to Jake.

All she hoped was that he liked her back.

Jake's POV

He was playing with a rubik cube, instead of focusing in the file he had open before him. He was fidgeting with the cube, he wasn't even trying to solve the case he was working on. But there was something that was stressing him out, but he couldn't say if it was work, or if it was... Amy.

Jake's eyes were lost on his computer, while his hands were quickly fiddling with the cube, but he suddenly felt his fingers no longer moving. Something had stopped them.

"Sorry, you were driving me insane," said Rosa, who had put a hand over Jake's fingers to make them stop.

"Sorry," said Jake too, leaving the cube in his desk. He swallowed, and started now playing with his tie.

"Ok," Rosa took Jake's hands and put them over his desk, "you gotta stop. You're trembling, what happens?"

He sighed. "I really don't know," he said, as his hands made their way to his curls, but Rosa slapped them. "Hey!"

"Stop," repeated Rosa, her teeth clenched. "For your own sake. Now tell me what's going on, maybe it'll help."

"I never thought I would hear you say that," said Jake nervously, his feet tapping the floor. "It's just... work, I think. This case is really stressing me out, you know."