MUST BE NICE [Tord/F!Reader]

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❝I'm looking; and I'm liking what I'm seeing.❞
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The clicking of a keyboard rung through her ears like a bland melody. Eyelids hanging low as a yawn rolls out of her chapped, plump lips.

She only holds, retracting her fingers as a small cup of coffee was presented to her at the edge of her desk. A small cloud of steam emanated from the fluid and slithered in the cool air. Glossy [e/c] eyes glance up at the person who placed it there, a thankful smile crossing her expression.

"Looks like you could use it— made it just how you like it too."

"Thanks Jack."

She grasps the handle, blowing into the cup momentarily before taking a sip. It was bliss. "Watch'a up to?" He muses, resting his arms on the cubicle's wall. His figure leans over in an attempt to peer at the computer screen. [F/n], in turn, breaks her gaze from the male to stare back at the electronic screen.

She lightly chews on the inside of her cheek. "The... usual. I'm requesting a few more diagnostics from the evidence that came in from this week's heist— just to be sure. They weren't slick to say the least, I'm practically done with this case already."

Eyebrows raise in astonishment. "Well, shit, count me impressed."

[F/n] chuckles, running a hand through her [h/c] bang. "Of course you'd be, rookie." She takes another sip.

The male knocks on the cubicle's surface twice, huffing childishly at her. "I'm already ready to clock out..." He mumbles lowly. [F/n] sends him a smug smile, waving once as he departed. She turns back at the monitor to gaze at the tabs opened.

Did they even try? Amidst their chaos, they left one of their own pistoles. They risked the lives of those simply doing their job— and for what? A measly five grand. She felt empathetic to the bank workers. Her eyes roll, watching as one of the men slip through the security footage.

Getting lost with time, her back leans against the comfy chair. Nails click against the hem of her armchairs. A small ding on her phone catches her attention, noting the time while ignoring the notification. She pulls the device into her hand whilst getting up.

Lunch break was right around the corner. Just as the clock ticked closer, she cleaned up, parting with her space.

In peace, she turns the corner and walks down a hallway per routine. Hands stuffed deep, intertwined inside the pocket of her black hoodie. A smile forming as the scent of the cafeteria grew stronger.