The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as Olivia and Fitz sat at a small corner table in Café Montclair, a cozy spot just blocks from the Georgetown campus. Fitz had insisted this was "the best coffee in D.C.," and Olivia begrudgingly admitted it wasn't bad. She cradled her cup, savoring the warmth as they reviewed the case notes.

"Vanessa Greene, nineteen," Fitz began, flipping through the thin file. "Freshman at Georgetown. Roommate says she hasn't seen her since Friday night. No sign of her in the dorm, no activity on her phone or credit cards."

Olivia frowned. "Does the roommate know where Vanessa was going that night?"

"Supposedly to a party," Fitz said. "Roommate claims she didn't know which one."

Olivia raised an eyebrow. "Not exactly the most attentive friend, huh?"

Fitz chuckled. "College kids. They're not known for their stellar communication skills."

"True," Olivia said, scribbling a note. "Let's hope she remembers something more useful when we meet her."

Fitz leaned back in his chair, studying Olivia. "You always this skeptical?"

She glanced up at him. "You always this laid-back?"

His grin was quick and disarming. "Fair enough."

They finished their coffee and drove to the Georgetown dorms, where they were met by campus security. The officer led them to a small, brightly lit room where Vanessa's roommate, a nervous blonde named Kayla, waited.

"Kayla, these are the detectives I told you about," the officer said before stepping out.

Kayla fidgeted with the hem of her sweatshirt, looking up at Olivia and Fitz with wide eyes. "Do you think she's okay? Vanessa, I mean?"

"That's what we're here to find out," Olivia said gently, sitting across from her. "Why don't you start by telling us about Friday night?"

Kayla nodded, her hands twisting in her lap. "We were supposed to go to this party together, but I wasn't feeling great, so I stayed in. Vanessa said she'd call me when she got back, but she never did."

"Did she mention who she was meeting at the party?" Fitz asked.

"No, but…" Kayla hesitated. "She's been hanging out with this guy. Jake, I think? He's not from Georgetown. She met him online."

Olivia and Fitz exchanged a look.

"Do you know Jake's last name or anything about him?" Olivia pressed.

"Just that he's older, maybe in his mid-twenties? He drives a black SUV. I saw him pick her up once," Kayla said, her voice shaking. "I told her to be careful, but Vanessa said I was overreacting."

"Did Vanessa ever mention where Jake lives or works?" Fitz asked.

Kayla shook her head. "No, but she always met him off-campus. She said he didn't like coming here."

"Alright, Kayla," Olivia said, her tone reassuring. "We're going to do everything we can to find Vanessa. If you remember anything else, even something small, call us."

Kayla nodded, tears pooling in her eyes. "Thank you."

As they walked back to their car, Olivia slipped her sunglasses on. "An older guy she met online? That's a red flag if I've ever seen one."

"Agreed," Fitz said, unlocking the car. "We'll pull Vanessa's phone and computer records, see if we can find anything on this Jake. And I'll put out a BOLO on the black SUV."

"Good," Olivia said, sliding into the passenger seat. "Let's also dig into Vanessa's social media. If she was meeting him regularly, there might be pictures or check-ins we can trace."

"Not your first missing person's case, huh?" Fitz teased as he started the car.

She smirked. "Hardly."

As they drove back to the precinct, Olivia glanced at Fitz. He was humming along to the radio, completely at ease despite the serious case ahead. It was a stark contrast to her usual partners, who either barked orders or worked in moody silence.

"Does anything faze you?" she asked, unable to hide her curiosity.

Fitz laughed. "Plenty. But I've learned that stress doesn't help anyone—not the case, not the people involved, and definitely not me."

Olivia considered his words, wondering if she could ever adopt that kind of mindset. For now, though, she had a job to do—and a missing girl to find.