A disgraced officer teams up with a goofy late night hero to track down a lead and ends up finding more than she ever expected.
ᴀᴅʀɪᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀꜱᴇ // ꜰᴇᴍ ᴏᴄ
ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ || 2022
ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ | ᴅᴄ
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2.| Money Shot
Adrian trusted his gut. After weeks of being attacked by deepthroating-butterfly-sized Aliens, ambushed by the local police, and getting his pinky toe cut off (which he knew was the most important toe), he had good reason to be.
The woman who'd seen him bust a move had finished her small meal and was on her third cup of coffee. Soon he'd be on his last break, and contemplated if he should tail her home.There was a lull in her energy, regardless of how much caffeine she'd had she was starting to look drowsy. She let her chin rest against an open palm and stared out past her laptop screen and into the empty space of the diner. Adran's eyes trailed off to her shoulder-length hair and red lipstick, she almost looked like she was pouting. Fuck, she was cute. It was a shame he might have to kill her.
The hot stranger with her nose in her laptop had become his newest priority. He'd keep this to himself unless he needed to tell Chris or the others, he could hear his BFF now as he completely humiliated him for being leery of a small blonde female. But stranger things had been happening. He left the kitchen, wiping his soapy palms on his apron, keeping his eyes low as he used a tray to collect some of the dirty dishes from empty tables, and finally passed by the woman. She had a slew of papers in front of her, some of them having faded coffee stains that were older than just the last hour. If he wanted to be quiet and sneak up on her he would have, being light on his feet was a perk of being a kick-ass superhero.
She quietly scuffled the folders in front of her as his heavy steps indicated someone was shuffling closer. What she didn't know was that he had quickly taken down some of the information at a glance, and the addresses on the paperwork he knew and passed by daily.
This would be where he'd coin a heroic term, like 'Gotcha-bitch! ' or 'Ahah-motherfucker!' revealing he knew that she was scheming. But the second he walked up to her table, he hesitated and his brows slightly furrowed, what the hell was up with her?
She looked up at him and for a moment as he noticed her taking in his features. Brilliant blue eyes as bright as the sky were scanning him while her smile had faded into a soft line. Her head tilted some like she enjoyed what she was seeing.
Why?
Not one to think he was ugly, Adrian knew the cards he'd been dealt. He was sure he wasn't hideous. No matter how many times Chris joked about calling him fugly and that he needed to put a paper bag over his personality.
Either way, it was a strange sight, Adrian was used to a different type of reaction around people. Women especially were snarky around him, not particularly appreciating his lack of understanding of social situations and his blunt way of conversation. Because of this not many people openly stared at his face like this, not without some kind of scowl. She was making him uncomfortable, but it was the right kind of uncomfortable? Like when you sink into an unexpected hug, that tight feeling in his chest was unnerving.
