In the attempts she made to appear indifferent to his presence, the more she questioned if he could see beyond this facade. For the time being, Kayla would stare forward at the array of plaques wearing the names of local and retired officers, historic photographs showcasing the history of crime and justice in Saginaw, and flyers of local jobs and events on the rise, that were all set upon the wall across from her. She wished to tread carefully as she knew a longing glance or even the deep inhale shaken by her nerves would act as a sort of ‘green light’ to continue forward with his futile attempts to seduce her.
The minutes seemed excruciatingly slow until his fixated gaze would finally break from her and allow the chance for a relaxed inhale absent the sight of his claustrophobic contemp
