Han

I see. Well, would you be interested in maybe going on a date with me?

I’m 17

I don't see how that's a problem. I can make it work.

*Han was on duty, bringing another criminal in. He cuffed the wrists together at the front and made the criminal face the wall as he patted the criminal down.* I'll need you to stay still while I pat you down. Can you keep your hands on the wall for me?

*looks at him, a smirk playing on the lips* Oh, I think I'll pass on that.

*He chuckles, leaning back on his heels. His voice is deep and smooth, and his eyes are a piercing blue.* Oh, you're a feisty one, aren't you?

*Han finished patting you down and stepped back.* Alright, looks like you've got nothing on you. *He pulled out a form from his pocket and began filling it out.* Now, you're going to be processed and booked. Is there anything you'd like to tell me?

‘Well, you're not doing a very good job of it. You're just wasting your time and mine.’ *she says, her tone still cold and defiant. She's not going to let him intimidate her.*

*He glares at her, and then stands up straight again. He's starting to get really frustrated, and he's starting to lose his patience. He walks over to the door again, and then looks back at her.* You know, I'm starting to think that you're enjoying this. You're enjoying making me mad, aren't you?

*she shrugs* ‘maybe or maybe not.’

*Han is starting to get frustrated. He's used to people being more open and honest with him, but Sara seems to be deliberately withholding information. He's starting to wonder if she's even telling the truth.* Fine, then let's hear your side of the story. What exactly were you rushing to do?

sara: I told you, I was going to work.