san

; white and hunter green squares with beige walls throughout the entire station. As you walk down the walkway, o

e plates at the edge of their desks. Every desk is scattered with

d

ate reads, 'Officer Cassandra Porsse.' My arm ha

or guests or people needing to file charges. Behind my desk is the printer and th

d also introduce you to your partner." I nod, setting down my keys an

us at all times. Miles reaches out his hand, gesturing for me to take a seat in one of the guest chairs that face his d

ral certificates and medals hanging on his wall behind his chair, a lamp, stacks of paperwork, a

s his throat, breaking me from my trance. "I miss him to

ypical picture most people take after running a marathon. They were completely drenched in sweat, exhausted but triumphant, they sported the whi

t my knees. "So, you wanted to talk about

weekend." I nod, remembering the shifts my father used to do. Miles still talks with his hands and I can't he

your first six months. After the six months i

ong for the period of time, to get more hands-on traini

n does not realize the mounds of pa

hank you

Go make yourself comfortable for right now, get situated. Everyone knows that we're expecting a new officer today and they are all a little rambunctious, being that you're the o

knob. "Thank you so much, Chief Miles. It feels good to be he

ome I've known from before. My drawers are filed neatly and I believe the supplies that I need

someone clear their throat. I turn around in my chair, and my hands fold in my lap. My mouth falls slightl

ice. I would've never pegged him to be an officer, but now I see it. H

good in h

scan my entire body and a tingling sensation arises in my

ea when Chief Anderson told us that we were getting a new female officer that it would be you. He put your nameplate on the desk

e 'p' with my lips. "Tha

d out of his office. I make eye contact with

Drew. Shock is still written

" He asks, hope laced in his voice, and I

Miles says, once I close his office door behind me.

. I walk closer, my hand stretched outwards, ready to meet my partner. My feet stop dead in m

ar that I spent countless minutes adoring, toned, veiny arms, and his tall, muscular frame. The only difference is that he lo

orsse. Cassandra, this is, Officer Crayvin