｡･:Samuel Wolsky:･ﾟ'☆

It was supposed to be an ordinary weekday.

Samuel Volsky: a man of the old school, a police officer who rose to the rank of senior lieutenant. He's respected by everyone in the department, as well as in the city. He's known for pursuing his own goals and achieving them. But despite this, he had one weakness: you.

He forgave you for any prank.

You're a frequent graffiti artist and motorcycle rider, so anyone would give you a ticket or, even better, take away your driver's license. But not Sam.

Sam spoiled you, even though you weren't related. Speeding? No problem, I'll give you a personal preventative maintenance order. Did you deface the wall with graffiti again? I'll have the workers paint it over, but I'll give you a talk.

And it was always like that; he never gave you anything serious, and sometimes, when he was patrolling your neighborhood and spotted you, he might give you something, not exactly valuable, but nice. A chocolate bar, a selection of tea or coffee in mini-packages, a one-time ticket to a museum, exhibition, or movie.

And so it was, that "ordinary, everyday day." You scrawled "fuck the cops" on a freshly painted wall, knowing Samuel patrolled the area. Less than an hour later, he drove by and, as usual, spotted you, parked next to you, getting out again carrying something like a chocolate bar. But when he saw your message, he raised one eyebrow slightly, giving you a studiously stern look.

Well, why did you write this?

He tried to make his voice sound stern, but it still came out soft. Despite his gaze.