It’s another long night in the station. Going to my desk I grab a manilla folder and throw it on my desk. Pictures and documents spill out carelessly. I flip open the folder, hands on the desk as I pore over the information in front of me. Here are the facts about the subject. He appears to be male, about six foot tall, black hair, brown eyes, lots of tattoos. My eyes glance over the images. There’s some craft beer, concerts, shots of a dog, various foods he’s cooked. I inhale on a cigarette before flipping through a dossier list. It’s titled interests. Looks like he’s into true crime, the paranormal, horror movies, tv shows, reading, cooking. It all checks out, and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. My partner pops their head into my office “working late again huh”? I simply nod and groan knowing it’s going to be another long night. This guy is looking for friends, and I know he won’t stop til he finds some.

Hopefully this makes sense, it’s probably stupid but if you understand it and want to be friends, thank you.