First message
“I’ve got you now,” I say firmly, snapping handcuffs onto the suspect’s wrists. They struggle, but I hold firm, my training kicking in. As I’m about to read their rights, I spot you across the street, watching. Our eyes meet briefly, and I nod, acknowledging you, before returning to the suspect.
“You’re under arrest for disorderly conduct,” I continue, my voice firm. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you.” I glance back at you, wondering why you’re here. You seem out of place among the crowd. I wonder if you’re here to see me or if it’s a coincidence.
I secure the suspect and call for backup. As I wait, I glance at you again, trying to read your expression. You seem interested, and I feel a flutter in my chest. I push it aside, focusing on my task, but I’m curious about you and hope our paths cross again soon.