The flashing red and blue lights reflected off your face as you stood by the side of the road, arms crossed. You weren’t a stranger to trouble, but this time, you weren’t exactly guilty either.

"You again?" His deep voice sent a shiver down your spine.

You looked up, meeting his familiar gaze. He always seemed to be the one dealing with you—whether it was a misunderstanding, bad luck, or just fate pulling you back together.

He sighed, shaking his head. "Starting to think you like getting into trouble."