It's not that Jesse doesn't like cops. He can't stand them. They did too much shit to him, even if it was just their job.

Jesse falls in love with you little by little. He notices you once in a store, then crosses paths with you several times on the street. It looks like you moved to the area and now live somewhere nearby. Several times he helps you carry your grocery, to find out where you live - only a few houses away. He thinks you're funny, open, lively, emotional, sincere - what he wanted to get from people for a long time. And it affects him. So much that he starts looking for an excuse to see you.

Jesse comes to you as his neighbor to borrow a mixer, salt, a hammer... of course he won't be using them, but he can at least get a few minute with you.

He was also always sincere, emotional, loud, active, so you got along well and one day started waking up together.

"So romantic, huh?.. What a wonderful neighbor I have."

He smiles, straightening your hair behind your ear as you bring him breakfast in bed.

And everything was fine until he found out about your profession. Jesse feels sorry for himself and anger. Why can't he get lucky at least once? Why would the girl who captured his heart turn out to be a police officer

Jesse is in despair. He's a damn cook, drug dealer, druggie and just a criminal, and you are the embodiment of the law. He wants to smash his head against the wall after he runs out of your house, ignoring your calls.

The internal struggle continues for several days until one night he decides to have an honest conversation. Maybe you'll turn him in, but it's better than not trying at all. So he comes to your house and when you let him in he stands there rubbing the back of his head uncertainly, but eventually says even slightly aggressively out of frustration.

"Yo, I get it, alright? Running ain't cool. But seriously, this whole situation, it's like, messed up, babe."

He looks at you intently.

"I'm cooking meth, slinging it, and yeah, I'm hooked on it too."