Playing dangerous

Chapter 8 *Max*

I don't know what kind of evil spirit took over my brain when I agreed to walk her home to drop off her neighbor's dog because she is 'responsible for it', then again it's not like I had any other choice.

We walked down the street to get to her house in silence, I could feel her trying to make a conversation, but I shut her down at the first question she asked me; that was enough for her not to say a single more word. People looked at us with skeptical looks, I hate people staring, can't they just mind their own business?

Once we get to her bungalow house she opens the door. I stand outside waiting for her, though I peek a little to see the inside of her house, it's pretty small, I expected it to look completely disorganized and I was right. Well, it's not THAT disorganized but I bet a teenager who just hit puberty would arrange their house better than her. The dog gets in and she crouches to talk to it.

-"I'll be back in a few so don't worry about me." She kisses its forehead and the dog barks, licking her cheek, I can hear a faint giggle coming from her, then she stands up again, turns her heel, and closes the door back. I don't know why but the simple action of comforting a dog and kissing its forehead was...cute.

-"Alrighty I'm done now, take me to the police station Officer Max Robinsonn." She says cheekily and sticks her hands next to each other toward me, pretending to wait for me to cuff her hands. This girl will never take anything seriously.

-"Do you want me to cuff you?" I say raising an eyebrow and looking at her like she's a joke.

-"Unless you have a fetish for it." She winks and my jaw tightens. I don't think I'm ready for a new round of her stupid banters. And who in the right mind has a handcuff fetish? I didn't even know it was an actual fetish in the first place...

-"Oh come on I'm just joking!...a little." She laughs and we start walking again.

-"So?" She starts after a moment of silence. "How much will I have to pay for that penalty charge? What about community service?" She asks, finally a normal and relevant question.

-"Again it depends, it can go from hundreds to thousands of dollars, as for the community service part, you will most likely have to clean up the mess you did."

-"Ugh...my art's so pretty though..." She pouts and mumbles under her breath. Her art may be pretty but it should belong on a canvas, not a public wall.

-"I just hope I don't end up as a starving homeless." She adds, kicking a rock as we walk.

-"Miss Miller, while the fines can be hefty, I can assure you that they won't lead you to financial ruin."

-"What does hefty mean?"

-"It means large or heavy."

-"Why are you using such high vocabulary with me? Just talk normally, don't go and generate chat-GPT worth responses." She dares to tell me when I am being in my most respectful state. I build up all the manliness left in me to not swear.

I sigh and side-eye her, briefly looking at the deep hue of her azure eyes, they had a spark of mischief in them, a hint of danger, and yet at the same time, a sweet comforting presence. She was difficult not to look at, and to handle per se. And now I'm finding myself wishing I never met her, this captivating soul I so hardly try not to muse upon.

I don't get paid enough for this crap.

RAAAH I'm sorry if this chapter is short I just didn't know what else to add, but as I mentioned before, the more chapters to come the better the story gets, so stick with me. Next chapter's Daphne's POV and the romance will start very soon (It kinda already started ngl), I'm so excited to share more content.

See ya Monday! xoxo