As bad as it sounds, Amanda Rollins has a difficult time paying attention to what Sergeant Benson is saying. She looks like she's paying attention.. Maybe. Close attention even, but really, she's in complete awe of the seasoned officer.
"... And I think that if more people.."
The words flow through her brain, in one ear, out the other, and she's mesmerized. The soothing sound of the older woman's voice, coupled with the fact that she's absolutely, stunningly, insanely gorgeous makes it almost impossible for Amanda to really concentrate on the lecture at hand. She even has an assignment due on this particular topic and it's crucial that she writes everything she can down, but try as she might, she can't seem to tear her eyes away from the pink, plump lips moving rhythmically just four rows in front of her.
She's in trouble.
She clears her throat and looks down at her notebook, keen on at least picking up the last of the seminar speech, but as soon as she touches her pen to the blank notebook paper, she hears those dreadful words.
"...-And thank you all so much for listening. If you have any questions, I'll be around to answer them at the very end.."
Screwed isn't a strong enough word for what the blonde is at the moment.
She lets out an exhausted sigh and stays seated as others stand up, making their way to the the next room where another speaker is most likely preparing their own lecture.
"Excuse me?" She hears, and her eyes shoot up, darting around the room and seeing that it's completely empty, except for one person. Sergeant Benson.
"Oh, uh.. Sorry, I was just-"
"No, it's okay. Did you have a question? I saw that you looked a little confused earlier while I was up there.." She smiled softly, head tilting to the side.
"I'm really embarrassed to admit this but I kind of... zoned out.." She shakes her head, "God that sounds so rude.. Today's just been an off day for me. I'm supposed to do a report on this topic for an assignment and I was going to take notes from your seminar to use as a reference point and I just.." She sighs and shakes her head. "I think I just got a little distracted.." She shrugs sheepishly, eyes casting down towards the floor.
"It happens.. So you have an assignment due? On violence against women?" Sergeant Benson asks curiously, brows furrowing. She's obviously in no rush.
"Yeah, for my Psychology class. I'm supposed to pick a topic, write about it and the statistics behind it, then write about the psychological damage it can cause on a human, or woman, in my case. I found your seminar online and I brought a notebook and everything and I-"
The older woman smiles softly and holds up a hand, and Amanda's eyes are immediately drawn to it. There's obvious signs of years of work etched into it, but it also looks incredibly soft and smooth, and all she wants to do in this moment is reach out and grasp it in her own shaky hand.
"Hey, no worries. Would you like to join me for lunch and I can maybe help you out a little bit?" Sergeant Benson's voice snaps her out of her momentary daze and her eyes widen. Did she hear that right?
"Uh.. Really?" She asks, slightly perplexed at the offer.
"Sure, I don't need to be back at my station until later today and I'm pretty hungry, so why don't you just join me and you can pick my brain a little." She winks, motioning with her head for the younger woman to follow her.
Amanda doesn't know what to say, and denying would be unwise, so she smiles shyly and follows the beautiful Sergeant.
"That really happened?" Amanda asks incredulously, leaning over her half eaten broccoli and cheddar bread bowl. "No way."
