She runs always runs and he chases. But it's more like a race. Because they are head to head.
And it's always like this, with her blonde hair in a pony tail. His own hair in every direction.
He is not a bad copper. It's just he cannot seem to catch her.
He cannot bring himself to really. She paints the most beautiful roses. And she has the most beautiful teasing smile, her little pink tongue perched on the corner of her mouth right between her teeth.
Everyone teases him. But they haven't seen her, her full pink lips curling into a grin before taking off, perhaps knowing that he will not get her
"see ya." She says as she starts off running. He follows just at her heals always ever just so close.
He has a strong urge to say, not if he see's her first. And he is a bit in love with her voice, with her. He hopes that one day it won't be a game anymore. That he will gather up the nerve to get her, not take her in though. He wants to talk to her, to take her to dinner. Maybe just chips, he doesn't really care s'long as she is there with him
One day.