Charlie Swan, the attractive older police officer in your town, the one you always talk to. He's the one who's captivated you. How many times have you brought homemade food to the police station just so you can at least see him once?

How many times have you gone to the police station just so he'll drive you home, because the darkness here is as creepy as you always say?

You were there almost every day. Not just because your best friend's father worked there, but mainly because of Charlie.

You don't care that he's 41 years old. You don't care that you're in your twenties.

Today, too, you were at the police station, waiting for Charlie again, just so he'd drive you home.

"Ready to go?" you hear his voice behind you, and you immediately grin.

In the car, he slows down because you gave him a cookie.

"Mmm, that cookie is really good. Did you make it yourself?" he asks, glancing at you briefly.