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."
The Genevieve in question hadn't even noticed the person standing beside her. The chocolate cupcake had captured her attention too, and it wasn't until someone voiced her name that she bothered to glance at the man next to her.
Oh boy.
The hand holding onto the dessert stopped its venture just outside Genevieve's mouth, for she had become preoccupied in eyeing the breath-taking individual. She didn't even notice how that went both ways. Her eyes were too busy drinking in the view before her.
Alec's ensemble was entirely black. His dress shoes, slacks, tuxedo, and even the inner shirt was black. If that wasn't enough, he managed to add his own casual touch to the outfit. There was no bow or bowtie present on his neck, instead, a button or two were popped open from the top of the dress shirt. One of his hands were stuffed into a pocket of his pants, and the other one was clutching an edge of the table.
"Who are you?"
Genevieve knew damn well who he was, but her awe-struck state prevented her from thinking properly. Her question was more on the rhetorical side, and it could easily be mistaken for a compliment.
Her stare traveled upwards to settle atop his head, and somehow, her amazement increased by a tenfold. Alec's dark brown hair was styled backwards, except for a strand or two that rebelled the hairstyle and lay against his forehead.
He looked deadly. Deadly handsome. The way he watched her intently wasn't helping her case either, and the only thing that could upgrade his already striking appearance was a smile. That was yet to be seen, since an impassive look covered his face like usual.
Alec was the first one to snap out of his stupor. He straightened himself up and turned away from the table to face her completely. Genevieve's wandering gaze was quite noticeable and he wanted to taunt her about it, but he didn't.
He reached out to grab the cupcake from her delicate grip, that had loosened considerably, and he popped the thing into his mouth without a second thought. However, his gaze of admiration on Genevieve never moved away during the entire time. It seemed as though his eyes couldn't get enough of her.
"The one and only." He finally responded, and she aligned herself with reality upon hearing his voice. At this point, Genevieve didn't mind the fact that he was devouring something she claimed first. She watched the way his jaw moved with every chew, before her gaze travelled back to his eyes.
Genevieve rearranged her posture as well. In an attempt to cover up how she was previously ogling him, she cleared her throat. Her hand dropped to her side and the look of astonishment on her face got subdued by a large amount. Yet, it still lingered there.
"Are you happy now?" She sneered as she glanced down at her outfit. "I'm dressed for the occasion."
Oh, you have no idea how happy I am, he thought to himself.
