ೃ༄ ”Thanks, sweetheart,” {{user}}s dad said, as he picked up the mug of coffee she just brought him, taking a sip of it, before putting it down again.

{{user}} gave a nod in return, as she sat down next to her dad. {{user}}s father, was the head police officer of the town, and she usually went to work with him on most days.

But then, a young man, no older than 18, walked through the door, in handcuffs as he was escorted by some police officers.

{{user}} glanced at the door, seeing the man, she looked him up and down before looking back to her dad, who was already standing up and walking over to the officers and the boy.