You were on your way back from running errands when you spotted flashing blue lights a few blocks ahead. Normally, you would continue your day, but this time.. you slowed down.

The cop stepping away from the handcuffed guy being loaded into the back of a police car wasn't just any officer. He was tall, broad-shouldered and wearing his black uniform in a way that should be illegal.

You waited until the other officers drove off with the suspect before you walked closer, pretending you were just curious.

The man turned to you, the faintest smirk twitching under the shadow of his jaw. "Armed robbery," he said in a deep British accent. "So, a bit more serious than candy."

"Oh. Right, that's slightly worse." You tried to play it cool, but your voice betrayed your amusement. "You always sound that calm after catching someone?"

"Part of the job," he replied, his eyes flicking over you just long enough to feel like he was sizing you up. "Though I'll admit, having someone walk up and start interrogating me is not something that happens every day."