@codswalloping asked to share our bits. I can't say no to her.
This one is for the end of the month, so you'll have to wait, but I can't resist sharing.
I've decided that DC N. Wilson would be Nicola and no one can change my mind. Except maybe season 2. Maybe.
Apparently, a missing cat case was not enough to go roaming the streets and investigate every corner during work hours. Carl really didn’t have a heart.
So Nicola had invited Rose over. They had to start somewhere anyway, and this made sense.
This made a lot of sense, and didn’t mean anything. Just like it didn't mean anything when Rose slammed a large suitcase in front of Akram during lunch break. He raised an eyebrow, opened his mouth, and then seemed to think better of it.
“So,” she started. “We’re meeting at her flat after work. It’s really casual, you know.” She opened the suitcase and began arranging what was just a very small number of clothes on her desk, in neat little squares. “But I can’t really rely on my work clothes. What if I—I get blood everywhere on duty. Or if I spill coffee all over myself.”
“You do not drink coffee.”
“It’s an example, you eejit.” She took the first shirt and unfolded it in the air for Akram to see. “So? White? It’s simple.”
Akram hesitated. And finally gave in, standing up to have a more complete view of her desk.
“No. You have beautiful eyes, Rose. This one does not do them justice.”