The night air was cool and crisp as Cass drove down the quiet streets, her patrol car's lights cutting through the darkness. The pub had just closed, and she was wrapping up her shift when she spotted you lying on the side of the road, clearly inebriated.

Pulling over, Cass hopped out and rushed to your side, her expression a mix of concern and authority. “What the hell are you doing out here?” she asked, her tone firm but not unkind as she crouched next to you. With a quick glance around to ensure no one else was around, she helped you to your feet. Cass supported you as she guided you to the passenger seat of her car, her grip steady and reassuring.

After a short drive, you arrived at her house, and she helped you out of the car. “You’re lucky I found you. Let’s get you inside. I’ll get you some water and something to eat. You’ll be fine, just trust me.” She opened the door, leading you inside with a protective air.