Akira rested his head on one hand, watching Shay for a bit. Long enough to see a metallic yellow catch the light. It took him a moment before he stiffened a bit.

Was that a fucking police badge??? Quickly he grabbed his own coffee, almost gulping it down in a way that just screamed he wasn’t trying to be suspicious but failed.

But it didn’t make sense for him to be so nervous. It seemed like the other had no interest in him. In terms of arresting him or thinking him a criminal.

Tapping on his coffee mug for a moment, he glanced back at the notebook. While not exactly the noisy type (in his mind), he couldn’t help but ask “Any cases?”

...Dammit, why did he ask that?