When work becomes romance
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The view count climbs past twenty thousand as we watch.
"Chief, this is completely—" My voice comes out three octaves too high.
"Misinterpreted," Aiden finishes. "We were having a professional disagreement about safety protocols."
"A professional disagreement." Chief Rodriguez's skepticism could fuel a conspiracy theory convention. "That's what you call this romantic chase scene?"
"Romantic?" The word cracks like I'm thirteen again. "There's nothing romantic about?—"
The office door bursts open without a knock.
Hazel Park bounces in like a caffeinated hurricane, teal-tipped black hair catching the fluorescent lights. Multiple devices clutched like weapons. Energy levels suggesting either five espressos or actual magic.
"Chief Rodriguez, you have to see these metrics!" Hazel's enthusiasm could power a small city. "This video is absolutely crushing it. We're trending! Trending!"
A tablet slaps onto the Chief's desk with the confidence of someone who's forgotten we're in trouble.
"Look at this engagement rate! Twenty thousand views in three hours, and the comments are pure gold." Hazel scrolls at auctioneer speed. "'Finally, real chemistry between first responders!' 'These two need their own reality show!' 'I ship it so hard I need a coast guard license!'"
The climbing numbers look like readings from a hazmat situation. "Ship it? What does that even mean?"
"It means they want you two together." Hazel bounces on their toes. "The department's official page has gained five hundred followers just this morning. Five hundred! Do you know how hard organic social media growth is in the municipal sector? Usually, we're lucky to get ten likes on a fire safety post!"
"Hazel—" Chief Rodriguez starts.
"Oh, and the Mayor's office called. They want to know if you'd consider public appearances together. The community engagement angle is 'absolutely fantastic'—I'm quoting here."
Aiden and I exchange glances that definitely convey mutual horror but apparently read as "longing" to Hazel, who actually squeals.
"See! That right there! The tension! The unspoken communication! This is exactly what oursocial media presence needs."
"We're not together." My courtroom voice. The one that makes defense attorneys flinch.
"We can barely tolerate each other," Aiden adds. He doesn't sound as convinced as I'd like.
Hazel waves this off like a minor detail. "The audience doesn't know that. And honestly? The enemies-to-lovers trope is huge right now. This could completely transform community engagement with fire safety education."
Chief Rodriguez leans back, studying us with the expression of someone weighing very unexpected options. "Show me those numbers again."
As Hazel launches into a presentation complete with graphs, projections, and hashtag analytics, my eyes find Aiden's. He's staring at the screen with intensity usually reserved for incident reports.
When he catches me looking, something passes between us. Shared recognition that we're about to get swept into something neither of us knows how to control.
"Here's what's going to happen." Chief Rodriguez's tone suggests a decision we're definitely not going to like. "You two are going to make some public appearances together. Nothing romantic—just professional collaboration that happens tophotograph well. We'll let people draw their own conclusions."
"Chief—" The protest dies before it fully forms.
"That's an order, Pritchard. The department needs positive publicity, especially with budget reviews coming up. If the community wants to see you as some kind of power couple, we're not going to correct them." Her stare could melt steel beams. "But I expect complete professionalism. This is about community engagement, not actually engaging with each other. Understood?"
"Yes, Chief," we mumble in unison like chastised kindergartners.
"Hazel will coordinate your appearances. First one is this weekend—Riverside Park safety demonstration." Chief Rodriguez's expression softens slightly. "I know this isn't ideal. Consider it practice for thinking on your feet." She straightens, signaling the end of the conversation. "Dismissed."
Filing out of her office with Hazel practically vibrating beside us, I catch Aiden's eye. He looks as shell-shocked as I feel.
