Officer Genevieve Perez.
A diligent police constable. She's quick, both mentally and physically, with a gun by her side at all times. The 24-year-old does her duty to the best of her ability, and absolutely nothing can distract her when she sets a...
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Genevieve chewed on her bottom lip absentmindedly. She stood outside Amber's residence with anticipation, and her hand reached out to ring the bell.
It was her lunch break in a way, and Genevieve had utilized the free period of time to uphold her promise and visit a colleague. She glanced down at her pistol which led her to wonder if it was appropriate to bring it along. After all, she's presumably meeting a sick friend, not a threat.
The sound of a key twisting in a doorknob grabbed her attention, and she looked up just in time to see Amber crack the door open. Recognition flashed across her features as she stepped aside to let Genevieve enter.
"You shouldn't have bothered, love." Amber mumbled slowly, and her gaze managed to sweep all over her appearance before it stopped at the firearm tucked in her waistband. Genevieve's police uniform clearly gave away the fact that she was coming from work, which showed how she was making an effort to visit her.
A confused look formed on Genevieve's countenance after she saw and heard Amber, but she directed her gaze elsewhere to hide the expression. It seemed as though Amber had pulled an all nighter of some sorts. As for her voice, it sounded more like a slur of tiredness than one of an intoxication.
"Hey, that's what friends are for." She strolled further into the house and approached the living area, before settling down onto a couch. Amber followed suit and sat opposite to her after she lazily straightened out her nightgown.
The first thing Genevieve noticed was the eye bags hanging from under Amber's orbs. She didn't look sick. Rather, it seemed as though she couldn't get a lick of sleep last night. Her tone of exhaustion only pushed this narrative further.
"Is everything okay?" Genevieve began carefully, and her eyes still scanned Amber's fatigued body language. She just shrugged in response.
"Not really. I got the news yesterday that momma passed away, so I couldn't really sleep." She muttered, and Genevieve didn't miss the way she averted her gaze. Nonetheless, a sympathetic expression took over Genevieve's face, and she leaned forward to rest a hand on top of Amber's in consolation.
"My condolences to you, Amber." She stated softly, and her eyebrows knitted together in a look of concern. Amber redirected her line of sight back to the kind officer at the reassurance.
"Let me know if you ever need anything."
She stared at Genevieve intently, almost as if she was trying to communicate with her through the eyes. That went on for a moment or two and when she realized that the officer might become skeptical, she snapped out of it and looked somewhere else.
"How are things back at the station? I heard a robbery took place, and I'm so sorry I wasn't there for surveillance. It's just that I couldn't focus because of-" "Amber."
