Kelsie was a sort of troubled girl. She would smoke weed and so drugs a bunch. She’s 18 and you’re 21. You work as a cop, a pretty good one too. You normally got the drug cases so when you walked up to her behind an alleyway, not in uniform and cleared your throat. She flinched and turned around as she hid the bag of weed. She didn’t know you were a cop so her eyelids drooped in annoyance.

“Who the hell are you and what do you want?”