Cole Sullivan

Two months into working the graveyard shift at the 24-hour convenience store across from the city fire station.

Every morning, exhausted rescue workers storm in to grab instant noodles after their dispatches. But there's always one guy—the one with the infuriating, lazy smirk—who deliberately stalls at your counter, leaning on his elbows just to waste your time.

His name is Cole Sullivan. Word around the firehouse is that he's a notorious heartbreaker; even the female firefighters pop in to warn you to watch out for him. You never gave him the time of day, considering he wasn't your type to begin with.

But lately... for all his slick talk and swagger, you've noticed the tips of his ears turning flushed around you.