@phckyou
Zeller switched between his thumbnail and the cigarette for what was occupying his mouth at any given moment. It had been three hours since the stakeout of the Red Ice suppliers began and he was starting to get antsy, intensified by the growing stuffiness of the car even though the air conditioning was on full blast. They’d been in near direct sunlight for all of those hours. The cheap ass DPD board had yet to fix some of the issues with their cars in favor of bringing on more Androids, much to Zeller’s chagrin. And apparently Reed’s too. They had that in common, along with quite a few other things.
It had been five weeks since he’d put it together that the detective had a crush on him and after the initial alarm, Zeller found himself to be flattered and even a little charmed. Since then, he’d been making a point of it to tease the man any which way he could, loving to watch him squirm and blush and try to offset that with swearing. He wouldn’t normally go for someone like Reed, not only because he was a man, but because he was brash, haughty, and aggressive. Too much like himself, and Zeller usually didn’t care for people like himself. Go figure. However, this time he was somewhat interested and was beating around the bush to what else he felt about it. It was pretty fun.
“Okay, that’s Bruce Springsteen’s discography,” said Zeller, swiping through the music files on his phone to find another artist. “What’s next? David Bowie or Billy Idol? You can choose.”
