The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed...
Bobby tried to shield his partner's much smaller body as best he could, but the downpour came out of nowhere, drenching the detectives in seconds. Scurrying inside the hotel where the crime scene awaited them upstairs, they turned and laughed as the rain subsided almost simultaneously with their retreat indoors. Bobby ran his long fingers through wet salt and pepper curls, giving him a tousled, boyishly handsome appearance. Alex's straight, blond locks, however, were harder to control. She alternated between smoothing them out at the crown of her head and peeling her wet shirt away from her body. This only succeeded in making the wet strands stick to her face, and an amusing sucking noise from her shirt. Glancing in the mirror mounted on the wall, she grimaced. Bobby stood mesmerized as she bent at the waist and stood quickly, flipping her hair back. She frowned at her reflection once more, shook her fingers through her hair and sighed. Turning around, she found her partner staring.
"What?"
Bobby blinked. "What? Oh. Nothing. You ready?"
Alex smirked and walked past him without a word. It took him a few seconds to follow.