Luck Of The Draw (1/2)

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"What happened you look like hell ran over if you don't mind me askin?" He asked.
"Daddy issues. I just wanna get away from it all." I say to him, "By the way I'm Melanie M. Grant."
"I'm sorry. Pretty name." He said, "You can call me Bear, its easier for you to pronounce before you try."
I smiled.
"I like that." I say, "Want some coffee?"
"Sounds nice. I'll spare some change for the snack machine whatcha want?" He asks.
"Skittles, regular. God I hate those sour ones." I say when I followed him to our break area.
"CHP right?" I wondered as I got the coffee, us being the only two not in blue. Everyone stared.
"You guessed it." He says with a charming smile.
"Why here?" I asked.
"This morning we had to correlate with the lapd rampart division for a huge score because they're undermanned." He said.
"Yeah." I say.
We were busy talking when shots were fired in the hallway.
"Stay down and follow me." He said.

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