"Sato-san, I got two tickets to the game Saturday. Would you like to come?" asked an officer of the first division.

"Thanks for asking but no."

A few minutes later another one asked, "Would you like to go out for a drink after our shift ends, Sato-san?" and was politely turned down.

Again, another cop asked, "Sato-san, do you want to see the newest museum exhibit with me?"

"Sato-kun? You, me, Friday night?"

"Sato-san, are interested in a dinner and movie tomorrow?"

"Sato-san?" Another request for a date. "Sato-kun." A poorly veiled attempt to find out where she lived. "Sato?" Twitch, twitch, twitch. "Sato-san." "Sato?" "Sato-san?" "Sato-kun?"

"ARGGGH!" Miwako Sato yelled in frustration when the last officer spoke her name. She marched over to the desk of the only officer who had not bothered her with blatant and veiled attempts to ask her for a date who happened to be Takagi (he had read the signs of an angry Sato and decided to leave her alone for a while).

"I have had enough! Let me make one thing perfectly clear, I am only interested in one person," she said as she leaned down, grabbed Takagi's tie to stop him from moving away and planted a kiss on his lips.

Letting go of his tie (leaving a befuddled, but not at all, unhappy, Takagi sitting there), she turned to the crowd of gaping officers, put her hands on her hips and glared at them.

"Ah, sorry, Sato-kun. I was just going to ask if you if you had finished that report," said Megure, who backed away from her. Though he muttered, everyone could hear what he said as he walked away, "All I was trying to do was ask if she had finished those reports and she goes ahead and kisses Takagi-kun."

She blushed bright red, the rest of the officers still gaped and Takagi, well, he was trying to figure out if he had just dreamed that or if it had really happened.