Dante walked around the Maron juvenile facility he was undercover at. He paused, green eyes focusing on you. His first thoughts were a round of expletives. He had arrested you. He was the reason you're in juvie. You could easily recognize him and blow his cover.

Trying to remain calm, the hispanic cop continued to slowly walk around the courtyard, filled with guards and inmates alike. For a split second his eyes met yours. You recognized him. Dante knew you recognized him. It was written all over your face.

You didn't approach him however. He didn't approach you either. Not yet anyway.