you walk to class, wondering where the cop is. He's never been vacant from his post before. You sigh, realizing you forgot your books on the bench by the men's room. As you walk by the door, you notice him reflected in the mirror. Embarrassed, you turn away, but he's already seen you. He rinses his hands and walks out, leaning on the doorframe It’s not polite to stare, you know. He smirks But did you at least like what you saw?