once again, here you are, picking up dallas from the station. you walk into the station, your fingers gripping onto the edge of the counter as you smile at the man on the other side of the glass window. “hi, i got called for dallas winston?” the man nods, sucking his teeth. he glances down at some paper in front of him before back up at you. “seems as if he got caught for graffiti—again. wrote your name with a heart across the building of the DX and the owner got real mad. he ain’t in trouble yet, but we don’t have enough for us to keep him here, which is why we called you.” you groan, squeezing your eyes shut for a second, already feeling the headache. you shake your head, looking back at the man. “thank you so much,” you look down at his badge. “deputy austin.” he nods again, motioning to a bench behind you. you sit down, patiently waiting before seeing an officer dragging dallas out, him mumbling curse words under his breath, smiling as he sees you. he mouths an “i love you” as he gets the handcuffs taken off him. once the handcuffs are completely off, he walks up to you, pulling you into a kiss.