Troublemaker.
Eyes meet -- and in that split second, he realizes she's probably not someone he should get mixed up with.
She smiles, a small quirk of the lips and a flash of teeth, and he knows he's hooked.
He swallowed, adam's apple bobbing as she tilted her head, strands of burnt chestnut coloured hair falling off her shoulder and dangling in the air looking like silk. Her mouth parts, and he finds himself staring at the pale pink flesh, entranced.
Her smile widens, almost sinister, and she lifts a dainty hand up. His eyes flicker to the appendage, eyes trailing down fair skin, manicured nails, and the bright metal of a handcuff attached securely to her wrist.
Her index finger curls, beckoning him forward with a playful smile and hidden intentions, but it mattered not, because his legs moved on their own accord; his steps were hesitant.
They brought him closer, his hips aligning with the counter separating him from the vixen with hooded eyes. He dropped his gaze from her smile, trailing his gaze down the lithe form of her body, her simple shorts and thin camisole sending his mind whirring to sinful corners. His throat tightened, and he sucked in a sharp breath.
A laugh escaped her throat, a husky and soft sound leaving from tulip coloured lips. "I'm starting to think you can see right through my skin, with how hard you're looking."
He jumped at the sound of her voice, his eyes widening as he snapped his gaze back to her face; her expression screamed amusement and mischief, and she flipped her hair over her shoulder, exposing a slender neck that his eyes immediately devoured.
He tore his gaze away from it though, afraid to be caught admiring, and he shook his head to drive away any inappropriate thoughts.
"I'm sorry." He lifted his hand and coughed into it, a sheepish expression on his features as he offered a polite smile. "I didn't mean to stare."
Another laugh escaped her mouth, and she shook a hand in the air, his eyes falling on the metal encased on her wrist. He swallowed again.
"Please." She batted her eyelashes as she laughed. "I'm definitely not complaining."
"Ah," He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck as he moved his gaze from her for a minute. His eyes scanned over the expanse of the lobby of the station, the room empty save for the two of them, though he could make out noise from the offices behind him.
He could feel her stare on his profile, her eyes burning into his skin with such an intensity he wondered if he'd start to sweat.
"I've never seen you in town before." She hummed, leaning against the counter as she glanced at his frame. "Are you from Crescent Haven?" She tilted her head in question.
"Yes," He answered slowly, turning his gaze from the room to her stare. "I was born here. I moved away for college, and I moved back after.." He trailed off, pausing in his words; he shook his head. "Nevermind."
He dropped his gaze back to the handcuff around her limb. "What are you in for?"
She cocked an eyebrow at the question, looking down at the metal contraption as she shrugged her shoulders. "Who knows."
His mouth tilted down at her answer, his lips parting to inquire, but a call of his name had his head turning the opposite way.
His eyes landed on a burly man, face rugged and stern. His eyes were sunken deep into his face, wrinkles at the corner of his eyes from age. He was scruffy looking, facial hair on the expanse of his chin, upper lip, and cheeks.
"Director Jacobs," He greeted as the older man stopped before them. He stood straight, stiffening his posture at his senior. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Jacobs glanced at the younger man for a moment, shaking his head as he averted his gaze to the young woman, his voice gruff as he spoke, "Quit bothering the officer," He snapped, causing the girl to glance at him, apathy setting across her face. "You hear me, Harlow?"
The younger male snapped his stare to the woman after hearing her name fly from the Director's mouth. He noted that it seemed suitable, but he pushed the thoughts away when Jacobs attention turned to him. "I'm sorry that took so long, Sebastian --"
"Is that your name?" Harlow's voice popped up, causing Director Jacob's head to snap toward her. Sebastian watched as the veins in his neck popped out with his shout. "Daniels, I mean it!"
His shout seemed to do nothing against her mood, seeing as she bared her teeth in a grin that sent chills down Sebastian's spine.
It looked strangely sinister.
"Okay, okay." She laughed. "I know when I'm not wanted." She held her hands up -- both, Sebastian notes, handcuffed -- as retreats back towards a seat a little ways away. She plopped into the chair, her eyes still on his as she crosses her legs in a lady like manner.
His eyes don't miss the action, greedily taking in the flesh of her thighs for a moment, before tearing them away to look at his superior.
With Harlow seated and seemingly quiet, Director Jacobs looked more calm, and relaxed; Sebastian thought the awkward smile that was on his lips that looked strange and out of place.
"Sorry about that." He ran his hand through his hair, "Your paper works done, you're officially a member of our police force. Welcome to the team, Officer Flynn." Jacobs cracked a grin, holding out his hand.
Sebastian smiled, nodding his head as he accepted the handshake. "Thank you, Director."
As the director turned to the counter, the door to the station opened briefly, and he looked up to find a middle-aged woman, with graying black hair and sharp features. Her eyes looked over the room with a blank stare, before landing on the younger woman, and her lips twitched into a frown. "She's been causing more trouble hasn't she, Edward?"
Director Jacobs' head darted up. "Hm? Oh, Edith, you're here already." He turned towards Officer Flynn. "Hold on a second."
Sebastian shook his head, shrugging his shoulders as he moved back. "It's fine, take your time."
Jacobs nodded, turning to the new comer with a friendly smile. "You're looking younger everyday, Edith."
Edith snorted, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms, turning her gaze to the quiet Harlow. "You say that everytime I'm in here."
"Maybe because it's true."
"Of course."
Sebastian glanced away as it became silent, the sound of a pen scraping across paper the only thing audible to his ears. His eyes lazily scanned the clippings on the wall, seeing newspaper articles of praises and awards from other people, pictures of other people in the force, along with reviews of their police force from neighboring towns.
"You're a damn handful, you know that Harlow?" The gruff voice of Jacobs entered his ears, and he fought the urge to look over. "Can't you go a few weeks without ending up in here? Saves me the trouble of doing the same paper work each week. Not to mention all the trouble your mother goes through to bail you out."
He heard a scoff, and the clinking of metal as it hit the counter. "I could care less about what trouble you go through. Don't preach to me your hard work when everyone knows all you do is sit behind your little desk and bark orders at all your lackeys." Her tone was careless, nonchalant; but her eyes were dark with venom.
"I'm sorry for your trouble, Edward. I'll be sure to have her properly disciplined for her behavior." He heard the clipped tone of the older woman.
"It's fine, Edith. You get home safely."
"Thank you."
Sebastian glanced over at the retreating women, his eyes immediately finding Harlow's as she looked over.
For a moment, it felt like time had stopped -- and it was only them in the room.
However, it wasn't a pleased feeling; it was suffocating.
Her stare made his throat tighten and tongue dry up, making breathing seem like the hardest thing to do.
She was the first to look away, with a bat of her eyelash and a twisted tilt of her lips, and then she was gone; her frame disappearing into the dark of the night as she left with her guardian.
"A troublesome brat she is." Director Jacobs commented. "One of these days she'll end up behind bars with that tongue of hers."
Sebastian hummed in agreement, yet he couldn't shake the empty feeling that filled his gut with her departure. "Troublesome, indeed."