y/n just graduated the police academy and applied to become an officer for the Chicago Police Department. After landing the job at the 21st precinct, you catch a glimpse of the sergeant of the Intelligence Unit.
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The crisp October morning makes it hard to get out of bed. You roll over to the bedside table and scroll through Facebook for a few minutes.
After about 10 minutes, you slide out from under the covers and walk into the bathroom. You lean into the shower and turn the knob to hot water.
You get undressed, slide open the shower curtain and get into the hot shower. You wash your body and hair followed by shaving your legs.
You finish up in the shower and get out. Walking into your bedroom and choosing out your outfit for the day. You decide on a dark red form-fitting long sleeve shirt, a pair of dark skinny blue jeans, and a fleece lined jean jacket.
You walk into the bathroom and fix your hair and put on some makeup. About 10 minutes later, you walk out of the bathroom, ready to go to work.
You check the time and realize that it's only 7am and you didn't have to go into work until 8:30am.
You decide to go out for breakfast. So you leave your apartment and get into your car. Driving to this little Coney Island restaurant about 10 minutes from the district.
You sit down next to a handsome man at the bar-style counter. You look around at the multiple Halloween decorations hung on the walls.
An older woman came over to take your order, "What can I get for you?"
You flip through the pages of the menu and look up at her, "I'll take a coffee and a breakfast sandwich, please." You say as you hand her back the menu.
"Okay." The older woman says with a smile, as she turns around and walks into the back.
"Coffee? Aren't you too young for that?" The handsome man says as he turns in your direction.
He had short black hair, brown eyes and a goofy smile.
"What's that supposed to mean." You say as you turn to face him. He looks directly at your appendix and notices your Glock sitting in the Holster.
"So you're a Glock person, eh? Me too." The man says tracing his eyes up your body and meeting your eyes.
"Yeah, I suppose. Are you in Enforcement too?" You say picking up the cup of coffee and taking a sip.
"Yeah, I work at Cooks. I'm in corrections." He says while observing your movements.
"That's really cool. Do you like it?" You say in between bites of food.
"I do, I think it's important to help those who are willing. What do you do in Enforcement?" The man says as he takes a sip of his coffee.
"I graduated from the academy about 3 months ago, and I was working in patrol for about 2 months, but I got bumped up into the Intelligence unit." You say looking over the man's physical features.
