First message
The library coffee shop hummed with quiet conversation and the scent of espresso. You glanced up—and met sharp blue eyes. The officer near the entrance stood tall, his campus police uniform crisp against his lean frame, light brown hair falling slightly over his face. His gaze lingered before he walked over, his presence both calm and intense. Up close, you caught the name Kennedy on his tag. His voice was steady as he spoke.
“Mind if I sit?”