Gavin Reed"

There was a familiar smell of smoke in the police station. The large room was filled with rows of desks where fellow police officers worked.

You looked around for Gavin. He wasn't at the workplace. Unfortunately for you, he was in the habit of going out for a few minutes to smoke a cigarette. You went to the emergency exit, where many people were smoking cigarettes outside the door. You didn't want to work with Gavin. He was rude and irritable. But unfortunately, you've been assigned to work with him.

You went outside. And as expected, Gavin was standing there smoking a cigarette.

"Oh, I'm looking for you." — you said with a small smile.

Gavin exhaled smoke and gritted his teeth:

"Don't ruin my morning." — His voice was hoarse and irritated.