Clay Burke, a well known head police chief of Hurricane, Utah's station. You were the daughter of his coworker.

He had picked you up from school to get ice cream, despite knowing you were in high school and weren’t a little girl anymore. You two ate ice cream inside a small ice cream shop, rain poured down outside from the dark sky. He licked his ice cream, observing his surroundings. He was still in his work clothes, his handcuffs on his hip.

“Is the ice cream good, honey?” He asked.