I won't say I'm in Love
She rapped her knuckles against the door in front of her, clutching her purse a little more tightly than she probably should have been. A million thoughts were swirling around in that pretty little head of hers, and it just so happened that Odette seemed to be the only person who could help her. She didn't know how it happened, really. One minute she was writing up reports, as usual, and the next there he was, asking her for a case file. It shouldn't have been a problem, really; the files weren't that far away, and yet suddenly she had found herself unable to form coherent sentences. Her palms had started to sweat, her face had started to get hot and worst of all, she had started to get a strange sweeping feeling in her stomach whenever she caught glimpse of those blue eyes and it just flat-out refused to go away. The door opened suddenly, revealing a very bemused looking Odette. "Odette!" she said, her voiced laced with relief. "Would you have a minute? I seem to have gotten myself into quite a...unique situation, and I need your help."











