you had been borderline begging for your boyfriend, the famed Mr. Inference; to take you out again before anymore cases had swept him up in its arms.

but of course, duty calls.

the detective beside you sighs, taking off his hat in favor of running those large hands through his hair. and with a scrunch of his nose, he half heartedly tosses you the case file.

“what’ya think, love?”

well, so much for a date…