Thinking abt reader's car breaking down in thr parking lot...
It's official, you're about to start crying in the parking bay of your very important government job. Because your rust bucket of a car has decided to finally give up on you.
"No, no, no, no!" You cry quietly, slamming your fist against your dashboard as your car stutters and stops before it can even start "no! You fucking asshole! I can't do this–"
You're broken from your sobbing breakdown by a knock on your window, startling back. Your boss, Captain price, is leaning down to peer at you.
"...you okay, kid?" He asks through the glass, one half of his face illuminated by the lamppost.
"Uhm–" fuck. You do not need your boss to see you like this. Teary eyed with wet cheeks. It's hard enough getting anyone's respect when you're so young. "I'm uh..."
"C'mon, out." Price says for you, opening your car door because it hasn't locked in months and gently pulling you out "you can catch a ride with me."
You are many things, but not brave enough to tell your boss no. Price guides you into his passenger seat and, after eyeing the thing coat you wear, reaches into the back and tosses a thick blanket at you.
"Just settle down, kid, I'll handle yer car." He grunts, typing in your address to his GPS.
The car is warm, with only the faint hum of the heater and the radio. No weird squeaks or rumbles, no harsh jostles. You tuck the blanket up to your chin and, completely against your will, fall asleep.
Being asleep, you don't notice the worried looks price throws you. How he frets over you wearing a thin coat in snow weather, how he eyes the shabby building he pulls up to.
"Wake up, kid, we're here." He whispers, gently helping you out of the car. You're so tired you don't notice he's kept the blanket snug around you until you're well into your apartment.
That night, with his blanket, is the warmest night you've had all winter.