You’re too old for him, you know that. Damn it all, you’re married. But your husband is barely ever home anymore, and the cute rookie cop who just moved in next to you keeps looking at you like you hung up the stars in the sky.

“Thank you, Leon.” You say. He insisted on carrying in your groceries for you. Again. "I've got it from here."

He hesitates, lingers. "Uhm, are you sure? I'm off duty now, so if you need anything—"

He's so damn cute. You need him. But you can't say that, can you?