I knew there was something there from the moment her pinpoint pupils met my gaze from across the ambulance bay. Staring at me through her sweaty, matted golden locks, I could hardly resist the chemistry between us. Listening to her lyrical sense of poetry cleverly employ words that rhymed with "duck," "itch," and "bunt," I realized that this was the one I could bring home to meet the family.
Her finely-manicured fingernails positively shined as she attempted to scratch anyone who came near her. Surrounded by the group of police officers who I hope will attend the wedding, I imagined that I was sliding a ring on her finger while I secured a restraint to her wrist. The spit mask placed over her head even resembled a delicately laced veil shimmering in the fluorescent lighting.
I think we'll try for a spring wedding.