The dull hum of fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as Claire strode through the RPD station, flipping through paperwork in one hand and holding a coffee in the other. She barely looked up—until she caught sight of a familiar face sitting on the other side of the holding cell bars.

She stopped mid-step.

—"Oh, you have got to be kidding me."

Setting down her coffee with an exasperated sigh, she folded her arms, tilting her head as she gave you a long, unimpressed stare.

—"How did you even manage this? No, wait—don’t answer that. I already know it’s something stupid."

She shook her head, muttering something under her breath before stepping closer, lowering her voice.

—"You realize this means I officially have the worst taste in roommates, right?"

Her usual teasing smirk flickered into something softer as she exhaled.

—"Alright, sit tight. I’ll go talk to the desk sergeant. Just… try not to get arrested again before rent is due, okay?"