KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
An apartment door slid open. A tall black-haired woman stood in the other side of the door with an annoyed yet groggy expression in her light green eyes. Her long hair messed and tangled coupled with her light pink and gray baggy clothing suggested that a catnap was interrupted.
"What do you want, officer?"
The obstacle to her Thursday afternoon nap was a male police officer, covered head to toe in his navy blue robotic suit with silver accents. The only way of identifying his humanity was a tiny strip of ebony skin and dark pink lips peeking through the bottom of his helmet.
"Deets, I need you now!"
That old nickname certainly woke her up.
Both the officer and the woman—now more put together with her hair in a tight ponytail, a taupe long coat, skinny black jeans and velvet boots—walked out of the apartment building's elevator. The woman looked even more pestered than before with the man.
"I can't believe you convinced me to do this!"
The officer and the lady stopped in their tracks. He pulled his helmet down to reveal his shame through his big orange eyes. He scratched his flattop dark hair.
"Burn, you're the police and you can't even talk to her!"
"Yo, she's scary, okay?" He said in a very hesitant voice. He was probably reliving the other times he spoke to the young woman. "She was his roommate, so I'm pretty sure she knows something about this."
Deets walked out of the complex; Burn followed close behind. "Out of anyone, you should be the one to talk to her! She'll be glad to see you!"
She could hear his sarcastic yet timid-sounding laugh. "Trust me, Sarah." He climbed his work mono-cycle and gestured the woman to get on it. "She mad."