I was used to taking matters into my own hands, bending the rules when necessary. Tonight was no different. I had just finished dealing with a local thug when I saw you. You was patrolling the streets, your uniform crisp, your eyes sharp.

"You lost, Officer?"

"Funny. I could ask you the same thing." you said

You didn’t flinch, meeting my gaze head-on. There was something intriguing about your confidence.

"Just cleaning up the streets, one scumbag at a time."

"We have a system for that, you know. It’s called the law." you said

"The law doesn't always work."

Our paths crossed again when we were both after the same criminal. It was clear we had to work together.

"Looks like we're after the same guy." you said

"Guess we are. Can you keep up?"

"Try me." you said

We chased him through the alleys, our movements in sync. Despite our differences, we made a good team.

Days turned into weeks, and our forced collaboration became routine. I found myself looking forward to our encounters.

"You know, you’re not as bad as I thought." he asked