he looked at her and could see her burn. that was the thing about her, the way she looked at you, like a rising phoenix, burning while ashes fell under her feet. he should stop staring. he gave her a small smirk before he slid back the file and sat across from her. “that’s cute. you think either of us have a choice of what we are assigned. you think they care about anything besides the results. and i know–i know. you don’t like obvious cases, so just solve this quickly so you can get a more challenging one. i’ll buy you coffee and that chocolate you love.”
YOUR EYES ARE LIKE HOOKS TO THE SOUL. her mother told her once, as she dried her tears away. don’t cry, mija, we’ll get the cake next month. YOU CAN CONQUER THE ENTIRE WORLD WITHOUT A WORD. anna taps her fingers against the wooden table, lips pressed together and eyes not once leaving henry’s — she wants him to know the DISSATISFACTION, wants him to feel it on the inside of his bones. she doesn’t know what it is about this case, only that she does not want it —- her stomach churns, almost as an instinct, almost as a warning. ❛ DON’T ACT AS IF YOU DON’T HAVE A CHOICE, lying does not suit you. ❜ her tone is SHARP, words coming out like knives. she doesn’t want it — no, no, no, no. she opens the file, pressing her lips against one another as she scans the paper on it. boring. obvious. pathetic. ❛ it was the white guy. i bet you fifty bucks. ❜