Not at All
(This is, of course, a fanfic. The characters aren't mine, but the story is.)
He was both a famous rock star and a renowned prosecutor. Basically, he was awesome. Women figuratively—and sometimes literally—fell all over themselves trying to get his attention. But there was one exception. His usual charms had absolutely no effect on her. In fact, she couldn't stand him. But that didn't bother him. No way. Not at all.
Normally he didn't visit crime scenes personally. He preferred to trust the police detectives to handle the crime scene investigations. But ever since she'd been assigned to work under him, he had started doing so more often. It wasn't because she fascinated him. No, she didn't intrigue him at all. Her eyes would light up with enthusiasm, a complete about-face from her usual grumpy mood, any time she got the chance to do any sort of forensic analysis. But he didn't find it the least bit endearing. No way. Not at all.
After the trial in which his band mate, who was also one of his best friends, was convicted of smuggling and murder, he did not at all appreciate the way she sat with him. She didn't seem sure of what to say—after all, she'd made no secret of the fact that she found him incredibly annoying. But she sat in silence with him in the Prosecution Lobby anyway until he was ready to leave. She must have hoped that just being there was a comfort. He wasn't touched by her concern. No way. Not at all.
Not long after that, he once again found himself at the prosecution bench while someone close to him was proven to be guilty of two murders, one attempted murder, and one forgery, not to mention framing the best defense attorney in the city for said forgery. To top all that off, the prosecutor himself felt guilty for allowing his brother to trick him into revealing the forgery, of which it turned out that the defense attorney had been innocent all along. As he pondered all this, once again, there she was, sitting next to him. But once again, he found absolutely no comfort in her presence. No way. Not at all.
As he made eye contact, he certainly did not see the tears that were threatening to cascade down her cheeks. There were none there at all. She hadn't spoken last time she sat with him like this, but this time, she did. "I'm sorry," she said. "I was wrong about you." Though he always put up a pleasant front, as a result of his music career, she clearly knew that the last few months had been very stressful for him. But he still didn't appreciate her concern. No way. Not at all.
After another comfortable silence, she hesitantly spoke again. "Hey...you want to get something to eat? My treat." The question surprised him. His mind flashed back through the last few months, and all his interactions with the feisty detective. The first time he realized that she wasn't going to throw herself at him like most other women did, he had not been intrigued at all. And ever since then, no feelings for her had started to grow within him. As they walked out of the courthouse and to the cafe down the street, he took absolutely no notice when her left hand brushed against his right. No, Klavier Gavin most certainly was not falling in love with Ema Skye. No way. Not at all.
...Or was he?