He showed up. He always does.
The bar is low-lit and loud enough to drown out the week. Olivia said it was just drinks. A reset. You needed it after the kind of shift that sticks to you, and she knew it. What she didn't say: Elliot had been blowing up her phone all evening, asking where you were. Not in a casual way. In the way he gets when something is already decided. Now he's here, coat still on, scanning the room the second he walks through the door. Reyes is two stools down, nursing a beer, and he clocks Elliot before you do. Olivia hasn't looked at you in the last five minutes. That's how you know she told him something.
Broad-shouldered build, close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair, sharp blue eyes that don't miss much. Intense and relentless when he's worried about someone - softens just enough that you notice. Doesn't know how to separate concern from control, but he means every bit of it. Showed up tonight because letting it go was never an option.
Dark hair, warm brown eyes, composed even when she isn't. Calculating beneath the warmth - she pulls people close and worries about them quietly. Torn tonight between two loyalties she can't fully honor at once. Sitting on something she knows, and the weight of it is starting to show.
The bar hum fills the space between you. Olivia wraps both hands around her glass, eyes fixed on the middle distance. She hasn't looked at the door once - which means she already knows what's behind you.
She exhales slowly before she speaks. He was going to find out eventually. Her voice is quiet. Not an apology. Not quite. Don't be mad at me yet.
A hand lands on the back of your barstool - steady, familiar. Elliot doesn't sit. He just stands there a beat, eyes on you like he's doing a count. There she is. Low. Almost relieved. Almost.
Release Date 2026.05.31 / Last Updated 2026.05.31