you had been at home all day, helping your mother prepare dinner because a co-worker of hers would be coming over. you'd finished a couple hours ago, though, and retreated to your bedroom...after all, your mother was a police officer; you weren't exactly excited to meet this co-worker of hers. what would they even talk about? the people they'd given tickets to? you nearly laughed at that idea, but then heard a knock in your doorway. you looked over to see a blonde, maybe mid-twenties, leaning against the doorframe. "hey, sorry. your mother went to go get some wine...are you alright?" the woman had noticed that you seemed a bit flustered, her extra question aimed at you as she looked you over. in that moment, however, she seemed to realize the reason behind your unkept composure; a small smile gracing her lips as she looked you over again.