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Also, CM Reilly, thanks for letting me know about the ten/10 thing. I knew that looked strange but I wasn't quite sure why. It looks much better now!
Cindy decided as she closed the door to her small (her landlord had once described it as 'cozy') apartment that she probably could have handled that better.
Who knew what was going through Lindsay's mind now that she had literally just run away from her? This just made the whole situation worse. Not only did she have a crush on her most-probably straight friend, but now she was also afraid of talking to said friend.
"I am such a dork!" Cindy half-yelled into the very empty room. She belatedly hoped her neighbors weren't around; the walls here were pretty thin. Cindy knew this mostly because the bedroom of the apartment next to hers was adjacent to her bedroom. A few months back Cindy couldn't sleep with all the noise and had to move to the couch. She had an ache in her neck for almost a week.
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Claire knew something was wrong the second Lindsay was in her line of sight. The circles under the inspector's eyes were darker than usual, and there was a certain air of worry in the way she held herself.
"Late night?"
"Always."
"But later than usual. You usually stay up to finish the paperwork as soon as you get your man, but something tells me it wasn't just the case keeping you awake. Feel up to sharing?"
"Actually, that's why I'm here. I think I need some advice, Claire."
"Ah-huh." Claire's mother voice clicked into place. It was somewhere between patience, caring, and condescending.
"What are you supposed to do when… um" The pause hung in the air while Lindsay made up her mind. "someone likes you." Lindsay waved her free hand around aimlessly in the air for emphasis. "Really likes you. And you both know it but they think you don't like them but you think you sort of might but you're not sure."
Claire gave Lindsay a look. Lindsay nervously took a sip of her coffee.
"Cindy?"
Jill would have paid to see Lindsay's expression; Claire was just glad Lindsay had already swallowed.
"Oh come on. You two have been flirting since the girl joined the club, whether you noticed it or not."
"There is no club!"
"Sure there isn't. Go find her, bring her something she'll appreciate, tell her how you feel."
"But I'm not even sure yet!"
"I am. Go before she preemptively breaks her own heart." Lindsay looked towards the floor before nodding and turning towards the door. "Oh, and Lindsay?" She looked back towards Claire, obviously already deep in thought; the same way she looked when she was about to crack a tough case. "If she comes in here needing a shoulder to cry on, you're paying the dry cleaning bill." She winked and Lindsay smirked.
"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks Claire."
Claire turned back to the file she had been looking over. Jill was going to literally jump with joy when she heard.
