Feeling.

Sort Of

Bright is paired with Win once again and Bright's waiting for him at his cruiser with two cups of coffee in his hands. He's leaning against the driver's door and Bright smiles when Win reaches the car, handing him a cup of coffee. Bright stares at him with curiosity and motions for him to move so he can get into the car. Win quickly makes his way around to the passenger seat and looks at him as Win fastens his seat belt.

"Black coffee with three sugars," He says. Bright nods, not even bothering to ask how Win figured out how he takes his coffee. "Listen," Win begins as Bright starts the engine. "This situation? Super awkward. There is no denying it. But, I mean, it doesn't have to be awkward. I think that you and I could be friends, ya know?"

Bright just looks at him. "Friends?"

Win frowns. "Yes, friends. So it didn't really work out on the blind date… how often do blind dates even work anyways? But we work together, and, well, we have to literally work together. It'll be easier if we put the past behind us."

"Sounds great, Metawin," Bright says.

Win nods with a grin. "Okay. Good."

Bright clears his throat, feeling uncomfortable, and finds himself wishing for a high speed chase or anything to get him out of this situation.

"So, have you talked to Rachel recently?" Win asks after a long stretch of silence.

"Yep, just last night," Bright says.

Win fiddles with his coffee lid. "Yeah, He always said you guys were close. I've been hearing all about you since the day I met her."

"All about me? Except for the fact that I'm a cop. How long have you guys known each other?" Bright asks. He's curious as to how long Rachel was planning to set them up.

Win lets out a long 'hmmm' before finally nodding. "We met at a meeting about a year ago."

Bright takes a long sip of his coffee. "A meeting?" he questions casually.

He looks out the window for a minute and he can tell He doesn't want to elaborate so he lets it drop. "So. Friends, huh? Not sound so bad."

Win turns to look at him, bright smile on Win's face, and laughs easily. Bright hates how much he loves his laugh.

Bright's surrounded by his friends at the Apan Grill and they're all betting on something ridiculous, of course. But Bright's looking across the room to the table where the rookies are all sat. Win is seated between Gun and New. He's running his finger lazily along the top of his beer bottle, and Bright can't help but notice that it must be a habit of him because He did it on the date, too.

"Bright!" Tay shouts, nudging his friend. "We're betting on how long it takes Off to screw up with the rookie he's involved with."

Bright chuckles and looks over to see Off shaking his head. He takes a moment to think of who Off's dating. Win's friend, Gun. As cynical as Bright is, he's noticed that since Gun jumped into the picture, there is something in Off's eyes that he's never seen before. He figures that Off might actually makes this relationship work. Bright smirks, though, playing along. "I give it a month," Bright wages.

"A whole month?" Singto asks with disbelief and then they're all fighting again, except for Tay, who stares at Bright for a moment.

He follows Bright's line of vision and smirks. "You know that's Victor's son?" he asks.

Bright jumps a little and tears his gaze from the rookie, turning to stare at his friend. "Yep."

"And He's a rookie…"