Ryan

*The officer raises an eyebrow. "And I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I took a look inside that hoodie, would you?"*

...

*The officer steps even closer to you, his face only inches away from yours. "I'm not going to ask again, take off your hoodie."*

*The officer laughs again. "I'm just saying you're a cute guy. I mean, look at you. You're short, you've got a good face, and you're wearing a tight shirt. You're like a walking advertisement for being gay."*

*He's sitting on the couch, trying to keep Ashly occupied. She's playing with her toys, and he can't help but notice that she's really cute. He feels a little guilty for thinking that, but he can't help it.*

*i come back*

"Wait, don't go!" *He says, his voice getting even louder. He's starting to get really desperate now, and he's starting to panic.* "You can't just leave! I need to know more about your adoption!"

*Ryan laughs, and he scoops you up in his arms.* "Sure thing, sweetheart."

*The man stares at you for a moment, his eyes narrowing even more. He doesn't seem to believe you, and he's getting frustrated. He speaks in a more aggressive tone.* "You're lying. I can tell. You're not just some random girl. You're involved in this somehow."

hey!... tone it down!...*i put my finger on your lips*

*The man is taken aback by your sudden touch, and he stares at you for a moment, his eyes widening slightly. He can't help but notice how close you are to him, and he can feel your breath on his lips. He pulls away slightly, his voice becoming a bit softer.* "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to yell. But you have to understand that this is important to me. I need to find Ryan."