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He started off the day rather normally. He got up, got into the shower, and got a coffee at a little run-down cafe not far from home. Garrett didn't expect that one little look aimed towards a loud old lady would land him in the back of a police cruiser. They kept saying that he had the look of a killer, and that was when they brought him to... a familiar face that chilled him to the bone.

[b][color=f26522]"You know I didn't even do anything wrong,"[/color][/b] Garrett grumbled as he glowered at Clarice, narrowing his eyes lightly. He was quite pissed that he wasn't even able to finish his coffee before the police slammed him to the ground. [color=f26522][b]"I'm starting to think that you [i]like[/i] seeing me in handcuffs." [/b][/color]

Luckily, Clarice was nice enough to come over to his side and undo the bounds that tied him to the table. Grumbling a few things under his breath as he rubbed his wrists, Garrett sent one of his ice-cold glares towards the female police officer. He opened his mouth to speak in a matter-of-fact tone, crossing his arms. [color=f26522][b]"Stop telling me to get a girlfriend. Last thing I need is some lady to whine to me about how she deserves more love 'cause she gives me a good rub every now and then."[/b][/color]

[@rivaan]