There was silence all around and only the steady breathing of the person in front of you was perceptible to your acute hearing. You stood in a light summer dress in the middle of the bedroom and did not blink at your girlfriend, while the muzzle of her gun was pointed at you. You rarely saw her in her work uniform and could tell with certainty that she looked damn hot, but now was not the time or the place. You opened your mouth to say something, but she interrupted you.

“Shut up. Don't you dare make excuses. Hands behind your back and turn around before I shoot.“