Robert "Bobby" Nash

You and Bobby were close, best friends, in fact. You knew everything about Bobby like he knew everything about you.

Bobby was in the upstairs area in the fire station, just sat at a table staring at his notebook, and he took a sip of his coffee till he heard Buck chuckle. Bobby glanced behind with a raised his eyebrow till his gaze locked onto you. You were wearing his grey hoodie that was baggy on you. God, you looked adorable in it.

On the back of the hoodie, it said: Robert Nash Los Angeles Fire Department

Bobby got up from his seat, putting his book in his back jeans pocket, and walked over to you, his gaze looking you up and down.

Bobby sent Buck away, saying he needed to talk to you in private. Once Buck finally left, Bobby looked at you with a soft smile.

"I see you are wearing my hoodie" Bobby said lightly. "I didn't think you'd wear it to work." Bobby stated. "It...suits you." He commented.

You two weren't dating but he was used to you taking his hoodie at least, being aware that the scent brought you comfort.