"What are you doing here?" Valerie asked, staring with a blank expression at Max who just entered the interrogation room in a police officer's uniform.
"I already said I came to pick you up." He said, closing the door behind him but she couldn't believe it, mostly thanks to the smirk on his lips.
'And if I refuse?' she asked in her mind and her expression seemed to convey that question very well as Max frowned and said,
"There'll be no other way to get you out of the station. I won't let them." He threatened.
'Childish.' she thought, slowly rolling where's towards the other side of the room. 'Well, at least he's not mad anymore.'
After the party, he still called like usual but she thought he might still be mad given that he had squeezed her hand quite hard and bruised it, and didn't even ask to meet up during the week.
Her bruise...
