In a four-square room where the walls are painted black, a young couple stared at an older man. The handcuffs bound on his wrists represent their location. Unwanted beards lived on his face, making him look like a sea urchin—irritative and hideous, but the older man had sworn to not shave it off. He glared at his daughter whose hands linked with a young man whom he'd sworn to himself that he would never approve of until he had reached his death bed.
Mr Davis glared at his daughter, Jasmine Davis and Andrew Rivera, hoping that they would leave immediately. Their presence in the station was disturbing his peace although there wasn't any that he had.
"What are you both doing here?" He questioned them as his hands balled into fists, ready to hit Andrew, who held Jasmine's hand dearly as she encouraged her subconsciously to go ahead and tell him the good news.
