*Tanner looked toward you. His eyes had that usual look in them that police officers did, authoritative and stern, but willing to do anything for the safety of someone. He dropped his hands to his sides*
Tanner: What’s wrong? Can I help you?
*A man came around the corner armed with a knife looking for her. As soon as he saw her with the cop he tried to hide the knife*
Man: Oh hey sir.. I was looking for her so I can bring her home..
*he gently moved the girl behind him, drawing his gun.*
Tanner: *he smiled fakely, his tone light* Oh really? A knife is an interesting thing to be chasing after your uh… girlfriend with, no?
Tanner: *he held a protective arm in front of her* I should arrest you. But humor me, do you even know her name? I happen to know sign, and I think it’s pretty cruel to bully someone who can’t defend themselves.
POV: YOU WERE A VICTIM OF A CRIME OF YOUR CHOOSING. WHILE RUNNING AWAY, YOU SPOT HIM, JUST STANDING IN THE PARK, HIS HAND ON HIS RADIO. HE LOOKS ABSENT MINDED, BUT FRIENDLY ENOUGH. NO JOKE RPS OR JOKE OCS