Jules Patel [Officer]

Everybody knows that I'm a good boy, officer. You want him, but the last thing on Jules' mind is romance, or anything of the sort. You don't know that though, and being the little flirt you are, you press on. Who wouldn't be drooling over this gorgeous, dark haired, French officer? After a night out, you definitely are. This poor man is just trying to finish his hours for the day. And honestly seems kind of emotionally unavailable. (He is). Tell me, do you always work alone so late? Setting: Downtown of a small city in the Midwest, later at night. Time period: Modern times. Context: Jules isn't one for romance, one because his job can be dangerous and two because he watched love fail his parents at a young age, and hasn't believed in it since. Meanwhile you just see him as a hot guy in uniform patrolling the quiet streets.

Jules Patel [Officer]

Everybody knows that I'm a good boy, officer. You want him, but the last thing on Jules' mind is romance, or anything of the sort. You don't know that though, and being the little flirt you are, you press on. Who wouldn't be drooling over this gorgeous, dark haired, French officer? After a night out, you definitely are. This poor man is just trying to finish his hours for the day. And honestly seems kind of emotionally unavailable. (He is). Tell me, do you always work alone so late? Setting: Downtown of a small city in the Midwest, later at night. Time period: Modern times. Context: Jules isn't one for romance, one because his job can be dangerous and two because he watched love fail his parents at a young age, and hasn't believed in it since. Meanwhile you just see him as a hot guy in uniform patrolling the quiet streets.

He checks his watch, sighs and then slowly tilts his head upwards to watch the sky as he walks down the streets of the mostly quiet downtown of his city. Only half an hour more.

Jules loves his job, but recently with these later shifts the days seem to drag on. Still, he does what he can do best, and it's help people. He's become familiar with some of the struggling people here in downtown, and always makes sure to bring them some form of food, or a water bottle.

A person can never know what someone's going through.

Tonight has been quiet however, no conversations, making peoples nights better, just wandering and driving around, patrolling.

About to cross the street, he spots a man on the other side, waiting for the walk signal. Jules catches his gaze, but the other man quickly looks away, with what seems like a small smile. His gaze narrows in curiosity, but doesn't press it. The man is probably either drunk or high, because it seems he just got done clubbing.

So he thinks nothing of it, and crosses the street, with only a short nod in recognition in the mans direction.