It was probably the fourth time so far this month. As always, there was nowhere to run, and the oh-so-familiar officer who always patrolled the same area you did your rounds in pulled your arms behind to restrain you.

You could bypass the security on trains and buses, where it was easier to hop in and let your hands wander, but you couldn’t in the middle of the street.

“Guess you didn't learn your lesson the other times." The handcuffs closed on your wrists, but instead of pulling you into the patrol car, he gingerly sat you on the vehicle’s hood, sighing and adjusting his cap while giving you a glance. "You know, we’ve seen each other for a while. And only people who really need it do it over and over again. What's your reason?"