⟢ Summary: what if the man who had been giving you a cold shoulder at work was the same man getting you coffee every morning?
Tags/warnings: fluff. mutual pining. idiots in love. secret admirer. soft!Javi. miscommunication. confession. brief, undetailed mentions of bruises/wounds/violence. profanity. reader is an agent, has hair, drinks coffee, and drives. steve and connie playing wingman/woman. background ocs.
a/n: first time writing for Javi! Very nervous (especially since I haven't finished watching Narcos). It wasn't supposed to exceed 3k words, but here we are... Hope you'll enjoy this!! Let me know what you think 🤍
“Hey. Good morning. Congratulations on closing the case.” Said one of the agents—whom you had forgotten the name of—the moment you stepped inside the bullpen. It caught you off guard, not used to being approached with a friendly smile. Least of all inside the station where almost everyone had a grey cloud over their heads.
“Oh. Thank you. Good morning to you too.” You nodded his way, managing a stiff, polite smile.
It didn’t stop there. Several other agents also went up to you for the same reason as you made your way toward your desk. Even the Steve Murphy whom you barely exchanged words with. Perhaps closing that case yesterday really was a big deal.
You thanked him before your eyes thoughtlessly trailed over to his partner who sat across from him. The man took an unusually long drag of his cigarette whilst his eyes flickered up to you; but he looked away just as fast—his face maintaining its usual scowl.
That was Javier Peña. One of the best DEA agents you’ve known; and frankly, one of the hottest men you had ever laid your eyes on. You’re aware of the gossips surrounding him. A smooth-talker. A flirt. Won’t think twice before eye-fucking anyone who identified as a woman. A charmer who won’t break eye contacts just to see you fold. There were a lot of things said about him—but also a lot that you couldn’t agree with despite sharing a bullpen.
It started with curiosity—a trait you could never get rid off and helped land you a job as a detective. You would try to find his eyes and see if he really would eye-fuck anyone with a pussy; and hold your gaze like a shameless pervert. They never happened. At least not to you—and you took that personally.
At some point, it made you wonder if you were the problem. Because each time you caught him staring, it was a blank stare instead of lust; and each time he noticed you looking, he’d whip his head away as if the sight of you alone could burn his eyes.
You tried to not let his lack of words and smile bother you. You had been stationed here for over three months, and never had you managed to get more than ten words out of him. He was in a different team, thankfully. Otherwise, you would have requested to transfer elsewhere just so you didn’t have to deal with his insufferable ass at work. He was just another one of those jerks who were blessed with good looks and a hot body to compensate for their shitty attitude.
Still, you’d find your eyes pulled towards him like a magnet. And a tiny part of you wished he wasn't what he seemed. Which was frustrating, because it was something else entirely that made your heart skip at work. And it was sitting on your desk right now.
A freshly brewed cup of takeaway coffee.
You could tell that it had been there for less than half an hour, given the curl of steam escaping its sip hole with a silent whistle. You immediately looked around the bullpen in hope of finding the sender; but like any other day, it was impossible to make a guess. There were around thirty other agents in here.
This ‘morning coffee situation’ had been going on for the past two weeks. No note. No hint of the sender. Just a morning coffee made like how you preferred it. Regardless, you couldn’t deny the mild flutter in your chest at the kind gesture. It was like high school again, having secret admirers.
Three Days Later.
There was no coffee today. Or yesterday. Or even the day before. You found it utterly strange. Had the person lost interest in you? Had they resigned? Had they been transferred? Though if they actually did, chances are, you wouldn’t have noticed.
“Excuse me.” The sound of your name being called pulled you away from your spiraling thoughts.
“Yes?” Your head whirled around to find a man in a dark blue suit. He was tall and decent looking, with a beard that nicely framed his face. You recognized him as Agent Morales.
“I believe this is meant for you.” He handed you a cup of takeaway coffee and a paper bag that held a sandwich. The breakfast was warm in your hands, but that wasn’t as important as the packaging. They came from the exact same coffee shop as the ones that used to appear on your desk every morning.
Your head snapped up to look directly at him in realization. “Are you the one who have been getting me morning coffees?”
Agent Morales seemed confused by your question and shook his head. “No. I’m only doing a favor for Murphy.”
“Agent Murphy?” He nodded innocently. Your eyes frantically searched around the bullpen for the said man until you saw him standing by his desk. You barely looked at Agent Morales as you thanked him, feet already moving in the direction of the blue-eyed agent.
‘Steve Murphy?’ You tilted your head in wonder as you sauntered over. ‘But I thought he has a wife..’ You shook your head. ‘It can’t be…’
You quickened your pace when you saw Steve getting his jacket to leave. “Agent Murphy!”
Steve stopped in his track and turned to face you, giving you a questioning look before a knowing smile grew on his face. “Just Steve. How can I help?” He asked, casually shoving his hands down the pockets of his trousers.
“I uh.. I just want to say thank you for the coffee and sandwich. And..” You cleared your throat as you tried to search for the right words. “And I hope you stop doing this.”
He cocked an eyebrow in amusement, but didn’t try to interrupt as you rambled on. “It’s just.. this is wrong. You have a wife, and I don’t want to get in between you—”
“Woah, woah.. stop right there.” He cut you off before you could stray even further. “You’re getting this wrong.”
“What do you mean?” Now it was your turn to be confused.
“The morning coffees, including today’s sandwich? They’re all Javi. Not me.” He raised his hands as if to show that he didn’t have a part in this.
“Javi.. Javier Peña??” Your eyes widened at the revelation. Steve nodded silently with a smug look, as though saying ‘finally’.
“But.. But Agent Morales said it was you.”
“It’s true that I went to buy your breakfast, but it was Peña who asked me to get them.” He explained, still smirking as he relished in your reaction.
“Why didn’t he just.. I don’t know.. hand it to me himself?” You frowned, still trying to make sense of this new piece of information. The Javier Peña? Had been getting you coffee every morning? When all these while he’d been acting like you were invisible?
“You haven’t heard?” Steve crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, totally amused.
“Heard what?”
“Javi’s hospitalized.”
“What..?” You blinked. “He’s hurt?”
“We were on a mission and he took a hit on his head. Passed out for two days and he just woke up last night.” Blood drained from your face, and you could feel your heart dropping to your stomach. The man you’d been secretly crushing on turned out to be the secret admirer; and the missing coffee deliveries for the past two days had been due to him being hospitalized.
“He told me everything about his early morning routine and asked me to help fill in until he gets discharged. Black coffee with two sugar and everything. ‘Said you like it that way.”
“I.. I do..” You didn’t know what else to say. You weren’t sure if you should be happy that your feelings were possibly mutual or feel like the shittiest person on Earth for every single curse you’d sent his way (in your head).
“Where is he now?”
“Santa Clara.” He said. “Ward 324.”
You thanked him and wasted no time before leaving the station with your wallet and leather jacket—your breakfast left forgotten on your desk. Work be damned.
You pulled up in the first parking spot you set your eyes on, practically jumping off of your Laredo Jeep the moment you killed the engine. The sweat glands in your palms were working hard, and you only acknowledged them when you almost dropped your car key. Quickly, you shoved it into the pocket of your jeans and wiped your hands dry against your sides before navigating through the hallways of the busy hospital.
You were anxious—and you weren’t sure if it was from worry or excitement. Or both. But you knew you had to see him.
“342. 342.” You chanted under your breath, right foot tapping apprehensively as you waited for the elevator to reach the third floor.
The doors opened too slowly for your liking, so you slid out when the opening was wide enough for you to get through and hastily walked down the blindingly bright hallway.
All you had to do now was find Room 42.
Except…
There was no Room 42.
The room numbers stopped at 30. You’d been remembering it wrong all because of the storm of panic that had hit you since you heard the news.
“Shit. Calm the fuck down.” You huffed out.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Slowly, you looked around the floor, scanning the silver plates with engraved numbers until your eyes settled on one with the name you’d been searching for.
324
Javier Peña
Your heart lurched at the sight of his name. Clenching your fists tightly against your sides, you made your way toward the ward with a barely restraint smile; and a heart that pounded in your ears like a drum.
As the room was within reach, you slid the door open without wasting another second. But silence immediately consumed you at the sight of an attractive blonde woman pouring a glass of water for Javier as he sat upright on the hospital bed. Their heads snapped your way, and you froze—the world seemingly crashing down on you.
“Shit. Sorry.” You slammed the door on your own face, almost stumbling on nothing as you took a step back before rushing to the elevator where you came from.
How could you be so stupid? You really thought Javier Peña would be into someone like you?
You abused the ‘close’ button once you stepped inside, wanting nothing more than to get away from this place. You couldn’t handle this shame and heartbreak that you had unnecessarily brought upon yourself; all because of some delusions that your office crush would be in love with you too.
You knew what you had to do now. You’d head back to the station, and bury yourself in your work, and act as if none of these ever happened. As if you never fell for him. For your own, fucking sanity that’s hanging on by a thread.
The elevator didn’t get to properly close—because a hand slid in between the doors, halting them before they moved the opposite directions to let the owner through. Your throat let out a pathetic little squeak when that same woman appeared before you. She was looking directly at you with a surprised expression that mirrored yours; and all you wished for at that moment was for the earth to swallow you whole.
“I’m sorry!” You blurted out. “I.. I didn’t know—”
“I’m Steve’s wife!” She cut you off urgently. Her ragged breathing told you that she had chased you down, and it scared the shit out of you that she might yank you by your hair for thinking you had a chance with her man.
But then her words gradually sank in; and you stood there completely still, index finger slowly retracting from the button as you replayed those three words in your head.
“…What?”
“Steve asked me to keep Javi company until you arrive.”
You gawked at her as if deciphering an alien language. “You… knew I was coming?” The woman only smiled; a little too sweetly for your liking.
“I’m Connie.” She motioned to herself. You told her your name as well—albeit hesitantly—, and all she did was nod with a little amused chuckle. “I know. Javi mentioned you.” At that moment, it was like you were seeing a woman version of Steve, and you understood completely why they’re married.
She noticed how you’re still stuck standing like a statue inside the small metal compartment; so she gently took your hand in hers.
“Come.” You let yourself relax under her hold and stepped out with her into the hallway that became a witness to your earlier humiliation. It made you feel small. Still, you let yourself trust Connie.
The walk back to the ward felt like an eternity, prolonging your shame; but you also couldn’t keep your mouth shut, so you decided to indulge in your curiosity. “He talked about me..?”
Connie smiled, still looking ahead. “He doesn’t say much. You know Javi. But enough for me to know there’s a special person he’s been getting coffee for every morning. And to catch him staring into space more often lately whenever he joins Steve and I for meals.”
Connie’s smile widened when she glanced at you and caught your wide-eyed expression. “I can see now why he’s so taken with you.”
“What do you mean?” You inquired, taken aback by her comment. Which part of you, exactly? But instead of answering, Connie slid the door open, not letting you prepare for the inevitable meeting.
When you looked ahead again, you were met with the sight of Javier staring out through the window where the sun spilled through. The gentle highlight across his silhouette made him look like a literal angel. Even from the distance, you could still appreciate that perfectly sculpted side profile. A shaky sigh escaped your lips as your heart rate picked up again.
A part of you wanted to run away, remembering how you made a fool of yourself; but Connie was faster to tug you inside.
Javier turned his head after sensing your presence, and his soft, round eyes immediately found yours. It was the same intense gaze that had you accusing him of judging you, except now you were seeing it in a different light after knowing the truth. He wasn’t scrutinizing you. He never did.
He was admiring—in his own emotionally constipated way.
Neither of you spoke, only studying one another from the distance like two portraits in a gallery hall.
“I’ll take my leave now.” Both your heads whipped around to look at Connie who already had her bag slung over her shoulder. “Javi, don’t skip your meds.” She reminded him before turning to you, flashing you a smile and mouthing ‘beat him up if he doesn’t’ jokingly, in which you replied with a warm smile and a silent ‘I will. Thank you’.
The door gently slid shut behind you after Connie left, leaving you two alone inside the quiet ward; the only noise being the constant beeping of the heart monitor.
“Hey.” He finally spoke, voice hoarse from the lack of warmth in his larynx.
“Hi.” You squeaked out.
And silence.
You didn’t know what to do. Or how to start the conversation. There were so many things to address that nothing eventually left your mouth.
As if sensing your distress, Javier spoke again, “Have a seat.” He nudged his head towards the chair sitting by his bed.
You bit your lip and awkwardly walked around the bed to sit on the chair whilst letting your eyes wander around the plain ward; an attempt to stall before ultimately having to lock eyes with him again—and talk.
This was the closest you’d been to him, and you could see his features clearly now; along with the new additions to his handsome face. Some purplish bruises on his cheek and jaw, the cuts on his nose and lips, and the bandage wrapped around his knuckles.
He was a mess. A handsome mess.
“How did you get hurt?” You asked, eyes still tracing the wounds on his otherwise faultless visage.
He chuckled gruffly and lightly fidgeted with the white fabric sitting across his fractured knuckles. “Was chasing down some guys—and they ganged up on me.” His eyes found yours again and they softened at the sight of your worried expression. “This is nothing. Don’t worry about it.” He tried to reassure you.
“Steve said you took a hit on your head.” You said, worry still palpable in your tone.
Javier scoffed. “He said that? Fucking asshole.” His reaction brought a tiny smile out of you.
“Yeah.. pretty hard one.” He then admitted, voice turning softer as he averted his gaze away from you. You could swear that you saw a little shy smile on his face, which didn’t help with your already racing heart.
Shaking those thoughts away, you took a deep breath and bit your bottom lip before deciding to address the elephant in the room. “I want to thank you,”
Javier’s smile faded slightly when he looked at you again, sensing the shift in the conversation. “For.. the coffee, sandwich, candies.. just everything.”
“…It’s not a big deal.” He muttered under his breath, the words tangling on his tongue. You found it endearing how bad he was at accepting gratitude.
“Do you.. do that for everyone?” You hesitantly asked. If this was another case of you reading too much into things and getting ahead of yourself, you weren’t sure you’d ever recover.
Javier’s head snapped up to look at you before shaking his head in denial. “No.” He denied. “No one else. Only you.”
You felt your heart skipping a beat at his admission. It was so.. direct—so sure. It was exactly the confirmation you hoped for. And Javier gave it to you; without a stutter.
You were still trying to wrap your head around the implication of his words when he called your name. Your first name. It sounded so soft, so perfect on his tongue, you wished he’d be the only person calling you with that name.
“Yeah?”
“I like you.” He said, eyes set on yours without wavering. Your lips parted, and suddenly, it was like you’d never learned English. Javier’s throat bobbed, nervously anticipating your reaction.
“I.. I really do.” He added when you took too long to reply, still frozen in your seat. Unfortunately for Javier, it was the only way he knew to verbalize what he felt for you.
“Javier..” The chair gently screeched behind you as you stood up to close the distance with him. You could feel your heart doing flips against your ribcage, and it was taking everything in you to not blurt out something stupid. But then, like a miracle, you said those words you’d been meaning to tell him.
“I like you too..”
Javier’s eyes widened, and though he tried not to show his feelings, the heart monitor betrayed him with the increasing frequency of beeps. You stopped right next to his bed, close enough that you caught his dark pupils dilating under the ray of sun.
“You do?” He choked out, voice strained.
“I do…”
Your fingers gently cupped his face, and you felt your heartbeat starting to match the beeping of Javier’s. That’s when you finally saw it. It’s mutual. Always had been.
When he showed no sign of pain, you carefully leaned your forehead against his. The pads of your thumbs caressed his cheeks like they were made of glass, and you stared into those chocolate brown eyes that looked up at you like you held the world.
Javier’s breath hitched ever so slightly. “You’re so beautiful…” He sighed. In that moment, you wanted nothing more than to press your lips against his—but you knew that none of you would be able to hold back; and you didn’t want to hurt him after all the shits he’d been through for the past few days.
So instead, you pulled away to give him space; but Javier was faster to stop you, wrapping his big, warm hand around your wrist, just shy of painful. The firm grip, paired with his round, pleading eyes, sent shivers down your spine.
“Stay with me..?”
His quiet plea successfully tore down a wall you had built specifically to keep guys like him away. Guys you deemed as manipulative jerks. Except this time you were absolutely wrong. Wrong about Javier being one of them. And you were glad—because it was Javier who proved you wrong.
Before you could answer him, he had already scooted over to make space for you on the bed.
“Javier. You’re still recovering.” You said, trying your best to be the voice of reason.
A flicker of disappointment flashed in his eyes—but he didn’t give up. “I need to hold you. Please?” You couldn’t deny him when he pleaded and looked at you like that. He already had you wrapped around his little finger.
“Are you sure it’s fine?” Javier nodded almost eagerly, the corner of his lips curving upwards with hope.
Sighing in defeat, you took off your shoes and climbed onto the bed to lay next to him. His arm slid over to wrap around your waist, pulling you against his chest. Despite the cramped space, you felt comfortable lying in his arms.
Your fingers closed around the fabric of his shirt, clinging onto him. “You’re not in the hospital gown.” You thought out loud.
“I’m never wearing that shit.” He scoffed.
His free hand then played with your hair as he nuzzled his face against the crown of your head, breathing in the smell of your shampoo. You felt his muscles flexing as his arms tightened around you the moment you tucked your head under his chin, securing you in his embrace.
“You’re warm…” You muttered, your face pressed comfortably against his neck. You imagined it to smell of his strong cologne and cigarettes, but right now, the sharp scent of antiseptic was more empowering. And it pained you that he’s hurt.
“Are you cold?” He asked, running his fingers through your hair.
“Just a bit. I’m fine..” Despite your reassurance, Javier tucked his blanket around you, shoving some from his side to warm you up. His palm then firmly rubbed against your back in circular motion; a weak attempt at generating heat—but a sweet gesture, nonetheless.
“Better?”
“Better.” You sighed against his neck.
A soft, satisfied smile graced his lips. “I got you..” He softly whispered against your temple.
“I should be saying that. You’re the one who’s hurt.” You mumbled with a slight pout.
Javier chuckled at your retort and leaned down to plant a gentle, lingering kiss on your forehead.
The two of you agreed to get some shut eye since you wanted Javier to have some rest; but not a few minutes later, you felt the calloused pad of his thumb tracing your face. First your eyebrow, then down to your cheekbone, causing your eyes to flutter open.
Heat crept up your cheeks as you held eye contact. His face was barely inches away, and you could feel his breath mixing with yours. It made you wonder if this was a dream. Those round, brown eyes were finally looking into yours without flickering away—and they were full of gentleness and affection. Something you couldn’t even imagine happening three days ago.
“I thought you were asleep, Javi.” You muttered groggily, trying hard to ignore your the poundings of your heart at the close proximity. You didn’t even register the fact that you just called him ‘Javi’.
“Can I just stare at you instead?” His gentle caress didn’t stop, and you bore witness to how his eyes were fixed on you, memorizing every creases and beauty marks on your face.
“Stop that.” You almost whined, hating how much he was affecting you.
“What?” Javier feigned innocence, but the corner of his lips tugged upwards into a little smirk, knowing damn well what he was doing. This bastard.
“You were acting like such a snob until a few days ago and now you’re looking at me like you love me.” You complained.
He didn’t deny your last point. “You didn’t know?”
“What do you mean? I literally thought you hated me for whatever reason.”
It was his turn to frown. “What? How could I?”
“Exactly. How could you? You didn’t even congratulate me for closing an important case.” You huffed.
Your reasoning made him scoff. “That would’ve made it too obvious.” He mumbled, but it lacked heat, slowly realizing that his action had somehow backfired, and worse, got misinterpreted.
“Like the coffee I got for you every single morning. That’s a clear one.” He looked almost proud at his point and it infuriated you.
“I had no damn clue they were from you.” You deadpanned, making sure he knew how very subtle his sweet gesture was that you felt like pulling your hair trying to figure out who they were from.
Javier opened his mouth to reply, before closing them again. “Okay. Fair enough. But you did notice how I stole glances at you.”
“You were glaring!”
His jaw dropped at the accusation. “I was not!”
“Yes, you were!”
There was a beat of silence before Javier chuckled softly, knowing there was no way of him winning this argument. Your first argument.
“Alright. I may have unknowingly glared at you,” He pressed a gentle kiss against your temple, speaking with a hushed tone as if anyone could hear you inside that ward. “I’m sorry, cariño.” Another on the tip of your nose.
Then finally, on the corner of your lips. “No more hiding. I swear.” His nose nudged your cheek, sending tingles down your body.
The next day, you stepped inside the bullpen with a smile and a light chest. You felt good. Really, really good.
The smile faded though, when you saw a figure looming over your desk with a file the thickness of a brick, probably expecting your arrival ten minutes ago.
“Good morning, Maria.” You greeted cheerfully albeit the dread for the inevitable workload. Maria had to blink a few times to make sure that her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her.
“Good morning?” She greeted back, her tone sounding more like a question. “What got you all smiley?”
“Just a good day. My hair’s just right. The weather outside isn’t too hot. The traffic isn’t congested.” You listed before sweeping your eyes over her. “And you look amazing too, hun.”
She cocked her eyebrows in amusement. “Huh… Thank you.” Her voice trailed, still looking at you. “Alright. I don’t know what happened, but I like this.. new you.” That made you smile even wider, since it came from Maria, who never liked anyone.
“Anyways,” She adjusted the thin frame of her glasses with her thumb and index finger. “I need you to complete this report and hand it back to me before lunch.” She said, getting back to business.
You nodded out of habit as you sat at your desk, mind elsewhere, towards a man in lilac button-up sitting a few feet away from you—the sound of his typewriter being punched the only thing you could hear at the moment. But you caught yourself and cleared your throat to focus back on María. “Yeah, sure. Sure.”
Maria sent a skeptical glance your way before finally leaving, her heels loudly clanking against the floor. Once she was gone, you blew raspberries and stared down at the case file, not a thought behind those eyes. Paperwork was the bane of your existence.
But then your gaze traveled towards a hot, steamy cup of coffee on your desk, and a smile was again carved on your face. This time, there was a note stuck against it; a perfectly drawn heart, shaded from edge to edge.
A soft chuckle left your lips, feeling butterflies in your stomach. His promise from yesterday rang in your mind, ‘No more hiding’, and you had to bite your lip to suppress a grin.
The moment you looked up, your eyes found the culprit who was busy typing. God, he was a vision—and you thought he looked even hotter when he’s focusing on his work.
You wondered how he got any paperwork done typing with only two fingers, but then your eyes fell onto the back of his hand. The distance made it blurry, but you could make out the greenish wires of veins bulging under his skin. Suddenly, you missed the feeling of those hands holding you while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. Your ears tingled at the memory, remembering the feeling of his mustache softly grazing against your helix.
Your gaze then moved up to his shirt. Had anyone told him how good he looked in purple? Because that would be the first thing you’ll tell him. And then you saw it. His exposed collarbone. The top part of his shirt had been left unbuttoned like every other day. Was that a choice? Was he physically unable to button it all the way? Because it was killing you seeing that thick neck you had buried your face against just yesterday.
Speaking of Javier, he was discharged yesterday evening, and you had been by his side throughout the process despite his protest—reassuring you that he could take care of everything by himself. Seeing him again at work made you feel nothing less than excitement, and it made you feel better knowing that he’s healing fast. Still, you’d made him swear to take it easy at work.
The man tore his gaze away from the typing machine when he felt you staring. His eyes flickered up to look straight into yours, and a criminally attractive grin appeared on his face, having caught you checking him out. Your eyes widened and you scrambled off to grab the case file, pretending to work on it like you were supposed to. That little heart of yours was beating wildly against your chest, and you felt blood rushing up to your cheeks.
But you couldn’t keep your eyes away from him for long, because not a few seconds later, you took another peek at him from behind the file. He saw you, of course, and his eyes dragged down your body in an appreciative sweep—whichever part that was visible to him as you sat behind your desk. Javier looked back up at you and sent you a quick wink before resuming his work like he hadn’t just stolen the air out of your lungs with his obvious flirting.
That was totally unfair.
You forced your eyes away, and glanced down at the note again to read the little message under the heart.
‘Lunch date?’
Good lord. Give you a stack of paperwork and you’ll finish them all by lunch.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the corner of the bullpen, Steve Murphy was sipping on his black coffee while suppressing a grin. Oh, he had a lot to tell his wife.
Thank you so much for reading! I would love to know your thoughts on this story <3
Some extras (just for fun):
☆ Reader trying to dislike Javi but this is her view every day at work
☆ Steve teasing Javi about his secret crush on reader after finding out about the coffee deliveries
☆ Javi taking reader on their lunch date
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Silence immediately consumed you at the sight of a hot, blonde woman pouring a glass of water for Javier as he sat upright on the bed. Their heads snapped your way, and you froze, the world seemingly crashing down on you.
“Shit. Sorry.” You slammed the door on your own face, almost stumbling on nothing as you took a step back before rushing to the elevator where you came from.
How could you be so stupid? You really thought Javier Peña would be into someone like you?
You abused the ‘close’ button once you stepped inside, wanting nothing more than to get away from this place. You couldn't handle this shame and heartbreak you had unnecessarily brought upon yourself, all because of your delusions. The only sensible course of action now was to head back to the station and bury yourself in your work, and act as if none of these ever happened. As if you never fell for him. For your own, fucking sanity that's hanging on by a thread.
The elevator didn’t get to properly close—because a hand slid in between the doors, halting them before automatically moving the opposite directions to let the owner of the hand through. Your throat let out a pathetic little squeak when that same woman appeared before you. She was looking straight at your face with a surprised expression that mirrored yours; and all you wished for at that moment was for the earth to swallow you whole.
“I’m sorry!” You blurted out. “I.. I didn’t know—”
“I’m Steve’s wife.” The blonde woman cut you off. Her heavy breathing told you that she had chased you down, and it scared the shit out of you that she might yank you by your hair for thinking you had a chance with her man.
But then her words sank in; and you stood there completely still, index finger slowly retracting from the button as you replayed those three words in your head.
“…What?”
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