"And then I heard the screaming and immediately ran in the direction it had come from," explains the brown headed girl, taking a moment to let the information sink in the minds of the two policemen asking her questions.

          In another room, Anne was sobbing as she was forced to recall the unpleasant memories.

         "I screamed at the top of my lungs when I heard him unbuckle his belt, and understood what he was going to do to me." Tears streamed down her cheeks and she blowed her nose discreetly.

          "If it hadn't been for Miss Morgan I would have been raped!!" She suddenly shrieks hysterically, traumatized by her own words.

          The two other policemen questioning her politely help her to calm down. The woman was an emotional mess, used to a quiet and simple life.

          Back in Annela's bright questioning room, lit with neon lightbulbs after the last evening sun rays had lowered, the young officer offered some soda to the Asian young lady.

          "You weren't scared of what he could do to you?" The older police man curiously asked her.

          "I was more scared of what he could do to Mrs. Hood," she replies, faking a quiver in her voice.

          "I grabbed a nearby branch and before I knew it, he was unconscious on the floor..."

          The older policeman, who's belly revealed a greedy appetite, typed something on his computer. Her dark eyes met Officer Bailey's youthful blue ones. She couldn't help but think that if she hadn't been a mind reader, she would have instantly been attracted to the charming young man, as a human.

          But he seemed to be too much of a simple individual to the girl and would have easily bored her.

          She switched the leg she was resting the other one upon, her tall self feeling sore in the narrow space.

          In a room next to hers, a policewoman and man were interrogating the man who had attempted a rape with much firmer and unpleasant voices.

          "I was attacked!" He unbelievingly explodes, rubbing the enormous bump on his head. "She hit me with an enormous branch, I could have been killed!"

          Seeing the unimpressed stares facing him, he gritted his teeth frustratedly.

         "She was willing," the accused individual repeated stubbornly for the umpteenth time. His insisting light brown eyes held the ones of the policeman insolently, under his bushy eyebrows.

         That was the last straw the interrogators could take. Their nerves were fragile in the broken down air conditioned room. They threw each other an exasperated glance, before they were interrupted by the culprit.

          "I think it's time I call my lawyer," he states.

          Walking outside the police station with Officer Bailey next to her half an hour later, Annela asks him what sentence the man was going to obtain.

          "We don't really know for sure yet," the young man admits, his hand leaving his pocket to run through his neatly cut military-styled blonde hair. "I got here only a month ago so I'm not sure how it works here but I'm guessing maybe a small year and around thirty-five million dollars."

          "Okay..." Annela nods, pausing. "Thank you for walking me out," she simply says. She had undone her ponytail and was holding her cap absentmindedly, hanging on a finger.

          "No problem," he shrugged, a nice smile stretching his lips.

          She started walking away but stopped not long after, realizing she had no idea where she had to go to get to the new home she had just moved in today.

          "Umm," she hummed, embarrassed. "Im sorry to bother you but would you mind telling me in which direction the town square is ?" She asks, taking a few steps back to the policeman.

          "Sure," he helpfully accepts, tucking his phone a way, a happy twinkle glimmering in his eyes erasing a previous serious expression. "You gotta take this road," he starts, pointing to the right. "Then after half a mile you'll need to turn to the left..."

          Although Annela nodded seriously, attentive to the words coming out of his mouth, he suddenly stops talking. Her eyes dart back to him from the road in confusion.

          "Sorry," he apologizes, bashful. "It's not very clear is it?"

          Before the girl could utter a sound, he suddenly breaks the short silence.

          "How about I drive you there?" He suggests, waiting for her answer, looking at her face, swallowed by the surrounding shadows the modest shine of street lights pain to brighten. He can't help but hold her gaze, intrigued by her black eyes.

          "That'd be great help..." She agrees, thinking about the struggle to follow his instructions in the dark and her sore limbs. A grin illuminates his face.

          "This way," he shows, stretching an arm towards the parking lot for the little number of officers on duty at the station.

          Their shoes screeching the gravel was the only sound disturbing the deep quiet of the early night. Annela was lost in her thoughts. She undoubtably wasn't insensible to the attractive and charming man. But he as a human would be too easy to understand. There is no chase, no exhalation, no challenge. Although particularly affable, which caught her eye, she knew she'd get bored very quickly.

          She opened the door to his black car and flexibly sat down. The interior was squeaky clean, in order and organized. His light perfume filled the ambient air. He sat down a few moments later and quietly ignited the motor. The radio automatically switched on and Kimberose's soulful voice started singing on a little radio on a little station.

          He hastily switched it off, embarrassed and, exhausted, Annela let a small smile decorate her face.

          "Kimberose," she recognized. "Real music."

          Her simple comment made his smile lighten the whole atmosphere in the car. He turned the radio back on and pulled the car onto the road. She noticed him throwing a few glimpses at her once in a while. She itched to know the exact reason, and could with almost no effort just by entering his mind. But she resisted out of boredome, to try and keep the mystery.

          "So you said you got here not long ago," she starts, wanting to fill the quietness. "Where are you from?"

          "Canada."

          The girl doesn't obtain any other information. She mentally sighs. "Humans are so lucky to not know everything of a person in one millisecond," she wonders to herself.

          He stops at a red light smoothly and turns his eyes to the young woman on his right. She turns her attention to him likewise. An unexpected sensation makes its way through her consciousness. Her eyes are locked into his, and she suddenly feels attracted to the young man. She can't look away. Unsettled by the new feeling, she doesn't notice him getting closer. She jumps from her seat as she feels his hand brush her cheek.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: 

What are your thoughts on Officer Bailey? 🔍 I'm curious to know the imprint of his first impression on you guys.