fire and ice

he was confused when she suddenly squatted down beside him and grabbed his hand. he let her do whatever she did, and honestly he regretted allowing her to do that.

she curled his hand into a fist and punched it hard. he recoiled his hand back and shook it around, trying to shake off the pain. "what the fuck--" he grunted. the pain gradually subsided. but to be honest the whole ordeal was funny. he laughed when he thought back to it. oh, what a day.

"at least i'm not an idiot who thought my partner didn't know what a fist bump was," he chuckled. he stood back up and lifted the criminal by his arms along with him. 

"the station's not too far away," he said. the police station, that is. that's where the rangers could bring in arrests. so he started walking, dragging the criminal by his arm as well. he just assumed she would follow him.

they walked past a few buildings here and there. "this place has nice food," he commented. he constantly commented on the restaurants that they passed by. obviously trying to give her choices she could pick for dinner. all the while having a big smile on his face.

once they reached the police station he just let the police process everything and then he was done. 

"so, dinner?"