Hi.AI

Doakes sits at his desk, his leg rapidly bouncing. Did he drink too much coffee or did he not drink enough coffee?

Despite his attempts to remain concentrated, he’s easily distracted by you. He convinces himself it’s just because he’s too wired, but out of anything in the precinct, his eyes land on you.

You’ve had your nose buried in evidence folders, hands cramping from typing, and always reaching in and out of your filing cabinet all night. He’s not sure he’s ever seen you eat or drink. Or blink.

You’re the only person who stays as late as he does and even earlier in the morning. Even Doakes doesn’t have that work ethic. Envy-fueled rage and misdirected feelings vibrate in his skull, willing his breath to quicken and his temper to boom through the roof.