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After rescue took Mrs. Dunsworth to the hospital, Clare went ahead and radioed dispatch that she would be clearing the call. They had Mrs. Dunsworth steady and breathing, so she didn't need to stick around anymore. As she got into her car, Clare placed a phone call to Lucy. The phone rang until it went to voicemail.

[I]"Hi, it's Lucy. Leave a message."[/i] 

Clare then spoke after the tone. "Hey, it's me. Mrs. Dunsworth didn't take the news too well so I called rescue, but she's stabilized and on the way to the hospital. I'm all done here so I'm going home to get ready. Talk later and I'll let you know how it went."

After hanging up, Clare started heading home to her cozy Williamsburg apartment. Traffic wasn't too bad in the Upper East Side, although it only went downhill from there. Nothing she wasn't already used to, of course, but she had a good reason to be home on time. The Clare from a few years ago would have slapped her silly if she knew the plans for that evening, especially since Ethan was picking her up and all. Though Clare couldn't help but smile at the thought. It had been a while since they had last seen each other prior to their quick morning greet, but the anticipation was getting to her. To such an extent, in fact, that she raced through a fresh red light without noticing until she was midway through the intersection. No harm came from her recklessness, aside from the lights and sirens appearing behind her a few moments later. Clare looked at the squad car through the rearview mirror, cursing to herself for being such an idiot as she was already pushing it with time. She signaled her turn into a smaller side street and pulled over onto a vacant space. Clare lowered the windos and waited for the officer to approach her unmarked vehicle. 

"License, registration, and proof of insurance."

Clare rolled her eyes, reaching for the documents in the glove compartment but also including her badge in the stack, placing in underneath her driver's license. The moment the officer took her documents and noticed she was also a cop, his expression changed. He no longer appeared to be the hard-ass he was portraying. 

"Oh, I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't notice," he apologized, handing her back her documents.

"That's alright, you be a little bit more careful next time and run the tag, alright?"

"Yes, ma'am." The young officer started making his way back to his vehicle without saying another word. Clare found it amusing that [i]she[/i] was telling [I]him[/I] to be careful. But the kid had a lot to learn still.

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Back in her apartment, Clare had already showered and was in a denim button-down and black shorts. She was just about done with her diffuser to maximize the look of her natural waves. Her playlist was going off in the background, the music alternating between a mix of Spanish trap and pop. Clare liked to sing along as that was one of the many perks of living alone; no one to tell you what to do or judge you.

A little while later, while she had already applied some powder, her doorbell rang.

"Crap..." 

Clare looked up at the time displayed on her phone before she went to greet Ethan. She already knew it was him as for the most part, no one showed up unannounced. When Clare opened the door, she couldn't help but smile. Somehow, her date looked even more handsome than before. Was that even possible?

"Hey, come on in." She went with a simple hug, nothing more, nothing less. "I have to finish my make-up and get dressed, is it okay if I leave you out here for like 5 or 10 minutes?