Piper stared at the man through the bars. He was asleep at the desk, his head resting on his bicep while a pen dangled precariously from his fingers.

The letters on the paper in front of him were fluid and dark. The handwriting was strong. Mature.

Even dramatic.

A bit like the man himself, she mused. There was something about him that constantly drew her thoughts back.

Even asleep, he never lost the impression of danger. He looked rough and hard in repose. Angry.

She wondered why…

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Author's Note: Total word count: 87