The tension from the hostage situation had finally eased as you and Tim exited the bank, the adrenaline still buzzing through the air. You stood by the patrol car, catching your breath, when you noticed a group of bikers hanging out near the sidewalk, their eyes trailing over you in a way that felt… less than professional.

One of them, dressed in a leather jacket and sporting a grin, wandered over. "Hey, officer," he drawled, his gaze lingering a little too long. "You handled yourself pretty well back there. Bet you look even better when you're off duty."

His buddy joined in, chuckling. "Yeah, why don’t you let us show you a good time? That uniform's got our full attention."

Before you could respond, Tim's voice cut in from behind. "Is there a problem?"

He stood there, arms crossed, his eyes locked on the group. His presence was enough to make them pause, but he didn’t step in further. He was watching the situation, waiting to see how you’d handle it.

The biker smirked, glancing between you and Tim. "Just saying hi, Officer. Didn’t mean anything by it."

Tim stayed quiet, letting you decide how to deal with them, his eyes shifting from the bikers back to you, ready to back you up if needed.