Another day, another case.

And this one was as described by Zee a peanut job. So packing the little leather duffle bag on the go, Love drove towards the town.

Reading the newspaper while examining the park to find her target, Love couldn't spot anything or anyone quite as much as she could suspect. There were women and children in the park, along with a few couples, none of which seemed to fit her target description, or body language.

Not quite satisfied with the day's progress she decided to read people's minds just for fun. A woman in black was thinking of divorcing her husband, while a girl in her twenties was thinking about the young handsome man who'd ask her out on a date. The child in her pink frock thought, rather wished of her pony like little horse toy to come to life, which was being pulled on the smooth carpeted grass, behind her with a rope tied to it's neck. Evading people's personal space to the extent of knowing what they were thinking was an entertainment in itself as well. The deal breaker was when, the teenage boy's who sat with his laptop in the park, thought's were evaded. The guys thought's weren't very clear to her, possibly due to the breaking eye contact as he occasionally looked up from the screen of the laptop. It was little pictures, of ropes, knifes, blood, and disappointment. Before Love could gather any more thought's, the guy packed his things, gathered his backpack and started moving out of the park.

Not really left with another choice, Love strode behind him, just to avoid loosing the guy with Match Up thought's. Walking with the carpet like grass under her feet, left and right. The sun rose like it would on a Sunday afternoon brunch in the sun. And while she wanted to stay, she knew she had to see what was this human up to.

As soon as the tiled ground touch the rear of her shoe, first left and then right, she regretted being who she was. Why couldn't she be like the woman with husbands, an jobs and children to take care of.

The guy turned left from the street, and entered the tall blue wooden door. Love followed him in, an went up the stairs, stopping right in front of the door he had unlocked a few minutes ago. Lost in her thoughts before she hadn't noticed what her surroundings look like. It was a little dark but clean narrow hallway up the stairs, each floor further leading to two apartment entrances, opposite each other. The empty milk bottles were placed outside the guy's apartment which stood proudly on the doormat next to Love's leather boots. Ensuring no one was watching her from the opposite door, she took out the Z-key to unlock the door, but surprisingly it was left open. Trying to go inside with pin drop silence, Love accidently hit the glass bottle with her end of her heel, and before it was too late, she bent down with her great reflexes avoiding the bottle to crack with the fall holding herself up with the other hand on the frame of the door.. Placing it back on top of the door mat, she close the door behind her. She stood in a small but cozy living area, which was an absolute mess. Pizza boxes scattered on the nice velvet couch, cans of beer were spilt on the wooden floor, and clothes were crumbled on top of the small drawing room table. Before Love could gather anything else, she heard the choking sound. Rushing towards the second door the room had, she saw the rope clenching on to his neck tied to the fan. Grabbing his legs between her torso and arms, she pushed him up to avoid the gravity pull.

As the two of them sat rather relaxed on the white tiled floor of the room, huffing and puffing due to the exhaustion, Love glared at him. Catching his eyes in her gaze, she tried reading his mind again. His name was Adranin. Was a law student. Before she could gather further he turned his gaze away.

"Hey, you, what did you think you were doing?" Love asked.

Adranin didn't respond.

"I'm asking you young man," she said.

"You sound like my mom," he said. Love narrowed her eyes at him, before the two of them smiled at the little joke.

"I wasn't thinking," he said looking out of the glass window on his right.

"Kids these days," she commented.

"Sorry?"

Love looked at the floor before speaking again, and this time with determination.

"You get a good life, a roof on top of your head, food to eat, clothes to wear, and a life to look forward to," she said.

"Everyone gets that," he said.

"Everyone doesn't Adranin," Love said in agitation, "Everyone doesn't," this time she whispered, more to herself than him.

"It isn't that simple," he said, "I've got issues, expectations to meet, peers to compete with, a society to prove my life choices to, and that is hard," he said looking at her dark browns at last.

"Real hard," Love repeated sarcastically, "What do you do?"

"I'm studying law," he said.

"And?"

"Working at a coffee shop,"

"Exactly, you've got school to go to, and a job to pay your bills and as far as I have gathered, none other person responsibilities. You've got parents who support you financially," she said.

"I got bad grades, and I'm kind of a loser in campus, so they mock me. They think I'm a loser," he said.

"Hear this one time," Love said getting on her knees closing the distance between them bending in front of him, "No one and exactly no one gives a damn about you being a loser or a winner. The crowd will sure laugh at you when you fail, but they will clap for you as well when you win, so instead of counting the number of times they've laughed on you, create situations for them to clap for you," she said.

"It isn't that simple," he said as his eyes filled with tears, and Love felt the rush of emotions he felt, as goosebumps rose on his skin, and he looked away to take control on the sudden wave which hit him.

"It sure isn't," Love said rubbing his hand on his right arm in an attempt to calm him down.

As he rubbed his tear drenched cheeks and the tip of his nose with the back of his wrist, he said, "She...said she doesn't date loser like me, my professor asked me to learn how to speak before thinking of becoming a lawyer." The breakdown ended up in his bowing on his elbows placed on top of his knees.

As Love placed an arm on his back to comfort him, she knew she was in it now, and there was no turning back.

"Nice professor by the way, quite motivating," she rolled her eyes as she comforted him, rubbing his back now as he again hid his face in his arms resting on his uplifted knees.

"People aren't nice, Adranin, and the sooner you'll understand it the better it is for you. They bend you, use you mold and break you into someone you wish you are to meet their expectations, but then is when you might want to ask yourself is it really who you actually are? Or is it all a scene, an act of your life, to act like someone people expect you to be, and it might keep the people around you happy, but will you be happy, or even content? " She looked into his eyes, soaking from the tears and as one droplet on his cheek entered his mouth through his cheek, Love felt the saltiness in it, through the mind read of course. Gross, she thought.

"So ask yourself who is it that you are?" She asked raising his face from his chin.

"You are classy," Adranin said after giving a thought, "Could you give me a make over?"

"Seriously, Gen-Z people you are questionable" she sighed.

The next thing we knew is Adranin wearing a black skinny jeans paired with a white V neck T-shirt with a black leather jacket. His hair seems silky as they were kept small but long enough to move fingers through them. And in his hands was a hand which seemed to be tender and delicate but only the if the world knew how delicately it could remove sins from it. Love couldn't believe she was doing it, but the it had been long since she felt what colleges felt like.

Heads turned, girls noticed, boys envied, the new dude in campus, while Love rolled her eyeballs. But looks don't change who you truly are, or do they? Love felt the dilemma. The dilemma we all feel. The way we say looks don't matter, but at the end of the day we end up judging someone's jeans or top, or a complete outfit. But doesn't that really make us who we really are?

After a week of giving what Adranin wanted, Love knew she had to leave. Although she managed to turn down an Alpha werewolf in the outskirts of the city, but goodbyes had to be said.

"Take care of yourself," Adranin said as he hugged her, arm on her shoulders.

"I will, but don't forget who you are Ad, it's scary what attention can do to people, so be who you are, because looks are the solution to everything, and never depend on it, because the prettiest of faces can be the most deceiving," she said as she nailed her words in his mind, with the seriousness on her face.

"Yes, Love" he said with determination in his eyes. Convincing her with it, he nodded as he handed her the tuck of chocolates. "Something to spoil the one who hasn't been spoilt by anyone," he said jokingly, making Love laugh as a teardrop left her eye.

She drove after the goodbyes were said. Her car was one less of him now. The jacket which smelled of the most dread dream Love ever had, was finally out of her car and her life. Adranin had it now. She felt like weight had finally been lifted off her chest. She knew looks could be deceiving, as she had witnessed it, for a very long time, and while her mind told her to leave, her heart wanted to believe, but that was a long time ago. Long, long time ago.