"Do you have to sit your ass on my paperwork?" A blonde eyebrow perked in good humour, but not before Harper reached out and poked Devin on the nose with her pen. They had a natural sorta' rapport between the pair of them. A level of comfort tangled together with a healthy amount of irritation. Had Detective Johnson been honest with herself, she might have admitted to a fleeting ounce of attraction too. Perhaps more than fleeting, but she wasn't one to delve into semantics. 

The blonde eyed her partner for a moment or two in curiosity, seemingly unbothered by him raiding through her stuff. Eventually, she spoke. "I don't get it.. Smart, yet crinkled. What's that about? Get lucky, huh?" And with a dorky waggle of her brows, she stood up. With her own love life in tatters, it only right that she took an interest in somebody elses.

Harper had been dating Joel for a year and a half. It had all been going smoothly. They'd brought an apartment. Shared the grocery shopping, chosen carpet. All that grown up coupling stuff. But the dude was a jealous ass. And in the end, it was him that had cheated. Charming, huh? Charming and ironic. 

"And here.." The female reached into her drawer and threw a bagel in Devin's direction. "Knock yourself out."