Aixela's Pov:
We just arrived home. It's already 8 o'clock in the evening and we haven't taken dinner yet. I insisted to cook and he did not give a reply.
"I have here the records from our precinct and other precincts as well. Try to check if one of these convicts looks like the killer," He said while taking off his uniform.
I answered by showing him a ring gesture.
"You can speak now. We're home already," He said as he lay down on the couch.
"Hey! Why are you laying there?" I asked and walked towards the couch.
"I'm tired, shut up," He said and covered his eyes with his elbow.
"Get out there, it's my bed," I grumbled as I pull him out.
"Ugh, seriously!" He suddenly stood up in front of me. "I can't even take a rest in my own house."
"You can lay down on your own bed. And besides, don't sleep without eating. I told you I'm going to cook," I said.
He went to the table and laid his face there. I picked up my bag and get something.
"Here," I placed the bottled coffee beside him.
He gave a quick look and closed his eyes again.
"That's from the female police officer. Yzerman, if I'm not mistaken," I said. "Why didn't you take it? She looked concerned for you."
He didn't answer so I went back to the kitchen to look for something to cook.
"You know what, you should be nice to her. I think she's the only girl who can tolerate your attitude," I continue to speak as I cook.
"And why are you intervening in my life?" He asked.
"I'm not intervening, I'm just saying," I rebutted.
"It's just the same," He uttered.
"So if I say you're getting out of food stocks, does it mean I'm intervening your life?"
"Yes."
"Hh? Excuse me, Mister Police Officer, I am eating what you eat so it means I'll be suffering too if you'll get out of food stocks. That means I'm worried about my own life."
"Since you're worried about your own life, go get yourself some groceries."
"Aish!" I sharply looked at him. "If only I have money and if only I can."
"Why? You have complete working limbs, right?" He uttered in a pedantic way.
So this is what you like?
"All right," I said and lay down on the couch. "You have complete working limbs too, right? Go get yourself your own food. I can just sleep without eating."
He looked at me and smiled. "I can too," He said and laid his face back to the table.
I got up in annoyance. "Argh!" I picked up the spatula and acted like I'm going to toss it to him.
"How could he be so cruel?" I said to myself while cooking irritatedly.
"Make sure it will be delicious. I have a sensitive stomach," He said as he yawn.
"Don't worry, I'll make this your unforgettable dinner."
A few minutes later, I served the dish which gave him a shock.
"What is this?" He asked.
"Your dinner, Sir," I smiled to annoy him.
"Do you call this a dinner?"
I intended to overcook the rice and egg for him.
"Yes, of course," I said as I took a bite. It really tastes horrible, but I acted as if I was really enjoying the food. "Try some!"
He took a bite and spit it out immediately. I hold back my laughter as he looked at me. He was going to hit me with his spoon so I showed him my fork.
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We started checking the records after we finished eating dinner.
"No, no, no, no, none of them," I said as I looked at the pictures one by one.
"None of them has a scar on temple either," He added.
"Maybe he hasn't been in jail yet," I guessed which he nodded.
"Ok, I'll fix these. Finish the dishes and tomorrow let's go to the grocery store," He said.
"I'm going to use my day off because an annoying woman is nagging at me," He added. I just smiled at what he said.
"Let's go back to the precinct the day after tomorrow to tell Inspector that we didn't find anything from these," He said after he finished arranging the folders.
"Oh, and why are you telling me those things? Are we close now? Do you want me to know your plans?" I jested.
He just shook his head and went to his room.
"Good night, Mister Police Officer!" I said in a sweet voice to annoy him.
I just smiled and continued to wash the dishes. After finishing the dishes, I noticed that he just left the bottled coffee on the table. I put it in the refrigerator and lay down on the couch. I stared at his door.
Is he also an orphan? Is that the reason why he is a cold person?