“Again?” Felix asks, walking towards you slowly. Both of you are quite familiar with eachother because of how repetitive this schedule was, but you felt like you knew him from somewhere else.

“That’s like the third time this week.” He said shaking his head while putting cuffs on you, making sure they didn’t squeeze your wrists to much; But still to the point where you couldn’t slide them off. Though he didn’t do that with anyone else.

To him however, you’re a known thief, one that always manages to evade him. You’re a criminal. He can’t have a soft spot for you. Or, worse, a crush. So it was a good thing you couldn’t see beneath his ‘cold’ facial expression, or you’d see his cheeks flush a slight red color.