"Good afternoon, Dane Middleton. I am Mr Jenkins, a well-known detective. Nice to meet you."
We shook hands. His hands felt so soft and...weird? But he looked so handsome...so charming...
"Ahem." He alerted, noticing that I was lost in my thoughts.
I gulped as he began talking.

"Well, I know that you are suspected of committing a crime but that doesn't guarantee that," he paused and shifted closer to me, staring unblinkingly at me. "Tell me the happenings this morning and alibi so that I can clear your name."
I took a deep breath, panicky as I didn't really have any alibi. Or I could lie though my teeth about it! No harm trying right?
"I was at work." I simply blabbered.
"What is your work?" He asked with suspicion, stressing on the word, 'your'.

I started to panic again. "Well...I...er...work as a...wait," I racked my brains for a random job. "Poop collector,"
"Poop collector?! You sure?"
What was I saying??? "Accountant." I hurriedly said.

"What was the time you went for work?" He asked, still suspicious.
"7 a.m." I replied almost immediately without thinking.
"Okay, the interview is over now. You may leave."
So fast?! He was not a very experienced detective at all, neither was he famous! He was just blabbering nonsense.

I took to my heels but came to a halt after he called out to me desperately. "Hey, wait!"
I was taken aback. He sounded so youthful and casual.

I turned around, expecting him to say something.

He took a deep breath as if he was to say something crazy.

"Miss Middleton," he asked in a sudden weird and sweet tone.
"Could we have lunch together?"

My eyes literally popped out of my sockets like a jack-in-the-box.