"What?!" The girl shouted out, causing Ethan to attempt to hush her.
"(Y/n), you have to be quieter." Ethan advised. (Y/n)'s shaky form relaxed into the booth she was seated in, and she pinched the bridge of her nose.
"This better not be a joke, Tyler."
"I don't know why you'd think that I would be messing with you about something so serious."
"Ah, okay. Are you calling in SWAT or?"
"One of my buddies is working on it, but we're not sure that we can get in with him standing there having a gun. The problem is, once he sees someone in uniform approach him, he starts... firing..? But they just seem to be blanks."
(Y/n) paused her speech for a moment, looking back to Ethan with a devious smile on her face. Sensing that she was about to make a questionable decision, Ethan reached to snatch the phone away and talk to 'Officer Smiles' himself and see if he could help, but she pulled away. (Y/n) could make crazy decisions at times, and he didn't want this to be one of them.
