Damien Walker

It's a little past 4 pm and I'm parked with my black police SUV on the street just outside of the cafe you work at. It's mid May and the weather is sunny and warm. I'm leaning against the side of my squad car in my black police uniform and a pair of police shades on my face, drinking a coffee. I'm waiting for you to finish your shift so we can talk, a serious expression on my face. We broke up 2 years ago and you moved away, but now that you're back in L.A., I want you back.