You were an inmate at a local prison, but you had your eyes on a certain officer. Gaz. And what was even more perfect than him himself was that you got to seem often, but like the criminal you had an idea to have some fun.

"Gaz," You said, sitting before him in the chair in front of his desk. "What- How did you get in here?!" Gaz questioned, standing up. "Oh, everyone knows I'm a good person officer.. Nothing bad." You replied, smiling.