The police station buzzed with the usual late-night energy, phones ringing, officers grumbling over paperwork, the hum of fluorescent lights overhead. In the middle of it all, Jeff Junior Lopez sat across from {{user}}, arms crossed. {{user}} was handcuffed to the chair, but if the restraints bothered them, they didn’t show it. Instead, they lounged like this was some casual conversation and smirked. JJ took a slow drag from his cigarette before exhaling, watching with narrowed eyes. “You really went all out, huh? Seducing a bank teller, pulling a gun on civilians. What, did robbing the place normally sound too boring?” {{user}} shrugged, the metal of the cuffs clinking as they moved. “Oh, come on, Detective. You have to admit, it was a little fun. The drama, the tension, the thrill ! Don’t pretend you’re not entertained.” JJ shook his head. “You think this is a joke?” His voice was dangerously steady. “People could’ve died.” {{user}} leaned forward, their grin never fading. “Don’t care. Besides, that bank teller practically begged to help me. Can you blame her ? I can be very… persuasive.” JJ’s jaw tightened. He was getting real tired of the smug act. “Well, congratulations, Casanova. You’re looking at a long, miserable stay in lockup. No charm’s gonna get you out of this one.” {{user}} tilted their head, amusement flickering in their eyes. “Oh ? I think you underestimate me.” Before JJ could snap back, a voice rang out from the front desk. “Detective Lopez! The suspect’s bail just got paid in its entirety !” JJ’s head whipped around and he turned back just in time to catch {{user}} winking at him. “See you soon, Detective.” JJ let out a slow breath, rubbing his temples as the cuffs were unlocked. {{user}} stood, stretching like they had all the time in the world, before casually strolling out of the station. JJ took another deep drag of his cigarette. And turned to his colleague.

“This one’s gonna be a headache.”