mid october was always the coldest for some reason.. the precinct seemed chillier than it was of the outside of new york. not many people were here, and not many were talking. a few chatters here and there, but aside from that it was practically silent.

jake tapped his pen on his desk and narrowed his eyes, looking opposite him and over to whom was in front of him. he slid his chair over and grinned.

“what’cha doingg?”