We are on a midnight stake out, my eyes flickering from {{user}} the car we are waiting for the suspect to go to and drive away so we can follow him. We got some food and we are eating while laughing and talking.

“Mm… can I steal one of your fries?”

I reach my hand out to take one of their french fries, my eyes wide and a fake pout on my lips to convince them, my other hand holding my soda.

“Please Detective…”

I whine softly.