“And that’s the reason why I hate bad coffee,” David told Naomi over the phone. “By the way, I’m close to the precinct.”

“Just because you’re free today doesn’t mean that you can interrupt me from my work,” Naomi sighed as she continued typing her report. “If you’re bored, call that guy that you want to fuck.”

“What the hell Naomi!” David whispered harshly, looking rapidly around to see if anyone heard what she said. “I haven’t spoken to him in a few days.”

“Via message or in real life?”

“Via message.” It has already been a week since they met each other. They did talk in the group app that Mike made some times, but the last reply was from a few days ago. “I wonder when I can see Wyatt again.”

“Maybe sooner than you thought,” Naomi said.

David scoffed. “I hope so.” David heard a scream behind him and turned to the woman as felt a gush of wind next to him.

“He stole my purse!” The woman cried.

“Shit,” David muttered and turned to the woman. “There’s a police department nearby. You can wait there until I’m back,” he instructed hastily and began running the direction that the thief went. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He hung up his phone and followed the thief through traffic.

The thief made a sharp turn to the left into an alley and anxiously looked around for a way to escape when he ended at a dead end. He looked back at the only exit to see David at the other end of the alley approaching him as David tried to catch his breath. “Stay back!” The thief shouted as he flipped out his knife. “I’ll kill you if you come any closer!”

“We can do this the easy way, or the hard way,” David said to him as he slowly walked up to the thief. The thief didn’t back down. “Fine.” David put his feet apart as he put his arms in front of him, clenching his hands. “Then we have to do it the hard way.”

The thief stepped back as David circled around him, trying to close the distance between them. “DON’T COME CLOSER!” He yelled and began swinging his knife around wildly.

David jumped back and narrowed his eyes at the anxious thief. “What can I do in a situation like this?” David glanced behind the thief at the other people walking outside of the alley and he got an idea. “Oh my God, the police!” David screamed.

The thief startled and hastily whipped his head to the entrance of the alley. “What are you talking about-” The thief felt a sharp pain on the back of his head and fell to the ground.

David rubbed the side of his hand. “How am I going to carry him to the station?” At the corner of his eye, he spotted a tall person a few meters away from him. He turned his body around as he prepared himself mentally to explain the situation. “It's not what it looks li-” He couldn’t finish his sentence when he saw Wyatt staring at him with a skeptical look on his face. "W-Wyatt!"

Wyatt narrowed his eyes and eyed him, the man laying knocked out on the ground and the knife in the man's hand. "I'll act like I didn't see anything," he said as he turned his back to David.

"Wait!"

Wyatt turned his head to him. "What?"

"Could you help me carry him to the police department?" David asked him sheepishly.

"Sure..." They both wrapped one of the thief's arms around their shoulders and left the alleyway. As they were walking to the police department, David explained the situation to Wyatt.

"And that's why he's knocked out right now," David explained.

Wyatt glanced at him. "That explains a lot," he muttered.

"Huh?"

Wyatt shook his head. "It's nothing." He spotted the police department in the distance. "We're almost there."

"Finally," David sighed.

After they finally reached the police department, they went inside and saw Naomi and the woman who got her bag stolen talking to each other. Naomi glanced at the door when she heard it open.

"You made it." Naomi eyed the unconscious man between David and Wyatt. “What did you do?”

“Nothing much,” David replied as he looked briefly at the thief. “He had a knife, so I had to defend myself.”

“By knocking him out cold?”

David shrugged. “Like I had another option.” He handed Naomi the purse. “All that just to steal a purse. What a waste of my free time.”

Naomi sighed and noticed Wyatt standing next to them. She furrowed her eyebrows and looked back at David. "A friend of yours?" She asked.

Wyatt stuck his hand out. "Wyatt," he smiled politely while David talked to the cops about the incident. They took the thief with them as David gave the bag back to the woman.

"Naomi. Nice to meet you." She glanced at both of them. "How do you two know each other?"

“We met at a grocery store,” Wyatt replied. “I was there with my friend to buy some groceries and met David when I reached out to grab something. Our hands landed on the same container and saw him staring at me with a dazed expression on his face.” Naomi glanced at David, amused by his embarrassed reaction. “And my friend kind of pressured me to cook for him some time.”

“Really,” she smirked. “Have you two already set a date for that?”

“No-”

“Aren’t you supposed to do your job?” David asked, trying his best to be as nice as possible in front of Wyatt.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll get to that,” she replied, waving him off.

“You better, cause I see someone in the distance,” David whispered, nodding at Vincent in the distance.

Naomi turned to the person David was looking at and clicked her tongue when she saw Vincent. “That’s my cue.” She looked back at Wyatt. “It was nice meeting you,” she smiled. “David’s not a bad guy, so I hope you stick with him. Unlike the other friends that he had.”

“Naomi!” Naomi whipped her head when she heard her name. She grimaced when she saw Vincent watching them, his eyebrow raised. “Are you done talking?”

“Yes, sergeant,” Naomi sighed and looked at David. “I’ll call you later. Bye.”

“Bye.” David and Wyatt watched her walk back to Vincent. They stood there in awkward silence until David spoke up.

“Do you want to join me for coffee?” David asked as he turned to Wyatt. “It’ll be my treat.”

Wyatt looked down at David. “Should I decline?" He narrowed his eyes. “But I can’t do that. That’d be rude.”

"Wyatt?" David called.

"Sure," Wyatt replied. "Do you know a good place?"

"Yeah, I know a few in this area. I'll show you my favorite one."

They walked in awkward silence to the cafe which was a little further from the police department. David attempted to start a conversation, but Wyatt kept his replies short and cursed himself inside of his head because he's can't help being so awkward around David.

Wyatt isn't someone to open up to people easily. He has always been antisocial but it got worse when his parents died. Some people in his class even thought that he was mute and didn't try to associate with him after the failed attempts of some of their classmates. Wyatt didn't care and tried to keep his mind away from it by reading and studying in the library every time that he got the chance to do so. That all changed when he and Mike were in the same class in their freshman year of high school. Mike didn't have any problems making friends, but for some reason was his eye was set on Wyatt. At first, it was difficult to have a normal conversation with him. But after some weeks passed by with Mike being around him constantly, he felt happy that he made a friend. Someone who didn't give up on him. And to this day, he's grateful that Mike was so annoying back then.

David stopped in front of a small cafe with a board standing next to the entrance. "Today's special is hot chocolate," David read out loud and glanced at Wyatt. "Do you want some hot chocolate instead of coffee? I heard that it's really good here."

For a second, Wyatt stared eagerly at the board. He narrowed his eyes when he caught himself. "Should I say yes? I do love hot chocolate. But what if he thinks that it's too childish? It'd be so immature if I chose it," Wyatt pondered and smiled at David. "No thanks, I'd rather have a cappuccino."

"Alright then," David replied as he opened the door of the cafe. "I thought that he loves chocolate. Didn't Mike say that he loves sweet things? Hot chocolate falls under sweet things, right?" David thought as Wyatt looked around. David gasped lowly. "Or is it because I'm here with him? Maybe he thinks that I'd be immature to choose that instead of coffee, which I offered." He shook his head. "Why would I judge him if he prefers something else. I'll buy that hot chocolate for him and myself too!"

"Good afternoon, what can I get for you?" The cashier smiled.

"Can I get two large hot chocolates?" David asked, glancing at Wyatt who furrowed his eyebrows.

"With whip cream?" David nodded. "Okay. Coming right up. That'll be six dollars."

David paid for it and turned to Wyatt. “Where do you want to sit?”

“I don’t have a preference,” Wyatt replied.

“Let’s sit there then,” David said as he pointed at a table next to the window. They made their way to the table and sat down across each other. He glanced nervously at Wyatt while Wyatt gazed out of the window. “Thank you for helping me back then.”

“I didn’t do that much. I was just trying to help out a friend,” he responded as a waitress put their mugs on their table. “So, how have you been?”

“I’m good, now that I finally have something to look forward to at work,” David replied.

“You work at the police department where we went to, right?”

David nodded. “Yes. I work there as a detective,” he answered proudly, grabbing the handle of his mug. “What kind of job do you have?”

“I’m a security guard at XX Corporations. I mostly work night shifts, but they schedule me to work day shifts sometimes,” Wyatt lied while David took a sip from his drink. "Can't really tell that I kill people for a living."

"Oh," David muttered, sounding disappointed.

"What's wrong?"

David shook his head. "It's nothing peculiar," he smiled. "I thought that you were a chef since Mike told me a lot about your cooking. Telling me how your food is the best that he has ever eaten and how you should open a restaurant."

Wyatt frowned. "Did he say that?" David nodded. Wyatt chuckled at David's excited expression. "He loves to exaggerate some things. I wouldn't say that my cooking is that good though."

"We haven't picked a day for that yet. But I understand if you don't want to," David said. "Please say that you do. I'm begging you."

"Why wouldn't I want to?" Wyatt asked as his frown deepened. He grabbed his mug and smiled at David. "I don't mind. It's kind of fun to hang out with someone else than Mike. He's a cool guy, but after a while, he gets annoying."

"How long have you known him?"

"Since freshman year of high school. He stuck with me for some reason," he answered. "He's a great friend to have around." Wyatt drank a little from the hot chocolate and a satisfied grin spread on his face when he tasted the sweetness on his tongue. "We should come here again."

"Really? With me?" David asked enthusiastically. He cleared his throat. "I mean, that'll be fine. You have my number, right? You can call or message me when you want to do this again. Or I can message you if you like to."

Wyatt chuckled at David's quick mood change. "Alright." They continued to make more small talk about hobbies and their friends until they saw the bottom of their mugs.

On the other side of the street, Mike stared at them. "Well damn, they look good together," he thought while he grabbed his phone to take a picture of them. After that, he called Wyatt.

Wyatt glanced at his buzzing phone. "Give me a sec." He picked the call up and put the phone against his ear. "What's up?"

"Look through the window."

Wyatt glanced confused at David and turned his head to the window. He sighed when he saw Mike waving at them. "What the hell, Mike."