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[color=indianred]Becker[/color][/h2][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/37/c0/f8/37c0f846067d0b1b44f9a5d32966fdde.gif[/img]
[i]Location: ER >> Coffee Shop 
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It was 7 AM in the city that never sleeps, and Becker had just wrapped up a particularly hectic night shift. Dark circles adorned her eyes, a testament to the chaos she'd navigated in the ER. [url=https://64.media.tumblr.com/0b5f23d38d0aa2b09ef2d346d670c931/tumblr_pchdeiR7mz1rztagvo1_400.gif]Dave[/url], her ever-present co-worker with a penchant for asking questions she seldom felt like answering, looked up from his duffel bag which he was busily organizing.

[color=indianred]"Morning, Dave,"[/color] Becker deadpanned, tossing her worn-out EMT cap onto the table. Dave, sporting an optimistic smile, asked the predictable question, "Any exciting plans for our day off?" Becker shot the young rookie a glance that could rival her usual sarcasm, [color=indianred]"Oh, you know, the usual: saving the world and catching up on sleep." [/color]

Dave chuckled, his attempt at playing along with Becker's sarcastic remark. "Really? Must be a demanding superhero gig you got there, Becker. Any capes involved or just the EMT uniform?" he teased, a playful glint in his eyes. Becker, unfazed, shot back with a smirk, [color=indianred]"Just the uniform, Dave. Capes are so last year."[/color] Their banter, a mix of humor and camaraderie, continued as they settled into their routine coffee shop visits after work.

As they made their way inside, the low hum of conversation and the distant clinking of coffee cups filled the cozy coffee shop. Becker and Dave snagged a corner booth, the flickering glow of the muted TV screen casting a subtle glow on their faces. The news anchor's voice cut through the ambient noise, announcing the latest developments about the spreading virus beyond the borders.

Becker, nonchalantly stirring her coffee, glanced up at the screen. [color=indianred]"Well, isn't this just the cherry on top of a delightful day?"[/color] she remarked. Dave, ever the optimist, tried to sound concerned, "They say it's getting serious out there. What if it reaches us?" Becker rolled her eyes, [color=indianred]"Please, Dave. We've survived the chaos of the ER; a little virus won't ruffle our feathers. Pass me the sugar will you?"[/color]

The banter continued as they exchanged thoughts on the unfolding situation. [color=indianred]"I bet it's just a ploy for a new zombie-themed reality show. You know, 'Apocalypse Island' or something,"[/color] Becker joked, still a bit skeptical about the seriousness of this so called virus, whilst taking a sip of her coffee. Dave, attempting to mask his genuine concern with a chuckle, replied, "If it is, we better start practicing our zombie-fighting skills."

As the seasoned EMT and the younger rookie under her watchful eye, she sees in Dave a combination of earnestness and enthusiasm that occasionally borders on endearing. While Becker is known for her sarcastic and no-nonsense demeanor, she doesn't mind Dave's company, finding a peculiar comfort in the routine banter they share during their shifts and their post-work coffee outings. 

Their conversation, weaving between dry humor and the underlying seriousness of the news. Becker, with her casual yet cutting remarks, and Dave, dancing between concern and failed attempts at wit, found a peculiar comfort in navigating the uncertainties of the post-shift coffee chat and the brewing storm on the TV screen.