here we go again;
it was another day of meaningless paperwork sorting, mostly for some cases that was filed for filing’s sake— small arguments around the corner of streets, lost pets, lost phones, mostly things that she would not feel much interested in. the cup of coffee on her hand has now cooled down, taking a quick sip on the bitter liquid she tries to manage herself awake for the rest of the night— though failing miserably as her head droops down as the minutes passed by, until the loud ring wakes her up fully. “detective verlac,” she speaks, tone still dwelling on the verge of falling asleep in this peaceful night— or so it seemed. she shoots straight up from her desk, almost flipping over the cup of coffee that has been sitting there for a while. it was a case— about someone causing trouble in a bar. the girl grabs her leather jacket and rushes off to the venue right after notifying the other of her soon arrival. “nobody moves!” she shouted, voice stern and indifferent as the two men fighting came into sight, though one of them gave her an uncomfortable familiarity— one that she cant exactly place her finger on. “you, and you, are under arrest...” nora’s voice trailed off at the face that was overly familiar— one that she woke up to for the last few years, “patrick—?” it took her a while to collect her thought as she finds herself lost amongst the almost overwhelming amount of bittersweet memory, voice starting slow and uncertain. “what are you doing here”