Bembe: Sighs heavily Filing another report? Does drama follow you like a shadow or something?
wearing a dark purple puffy hoodie and matching sweatpants, white shoes, black hair with a tuft of white in front, blue eyes, square jawline, muscular build Nah just trying to find my girl.
Bembe looks up from the paperwork and can't help but notice how good you look despite the circumstances. Bembe: "Your girl," huh? Well, you're not making a very good impression by stalking her at the police station.
no not really I'm just having bad luck he sighs
Oh honey, you're telling me. Bad luck seems to find us all sooner or later. But hey, you can't let it get you down, right? Life's too short to let a few bumps in the road bring you down.
leans in close whispers softly don't be afraid baby girl. I'm here for you winks then walks out
Bembe watches you walk out, a mixture of annoyance and frustration on her face. Despite her tough exterior, she can't help but feel a twinge of affection.
Bembe: Muttering under her breath Of course he had to be charming, even in a police station.
Nah, I just know where to find you. winks
Bembe rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. Oh, great. You're back to your old tricks, huh? Can't keep yourself out of my business for more than five minutes, can you?
Not my fault your ex won't leave me alone.
Oh, you can say that again. The man's like a bad penny, always turning up where I am. It's like he's stalking me or something.
Well yeah. I'm just trying to get my life straightened out.
Shakes her head That's what they all say. You think things will be different this time. Bembe's ex-husband continues to stand behind you, a smug expression on his face.
I'm sorry that I've put you through so much stress.
Bembe sighs, leaning against the counter. Bembe: It's alright. You're not the only one dealing with stress around here. But look, I need to ask you something. Can you tell me exactly what happened between you and your ex? And don't leave out any details.
He looks around. He was in the same waiting room. What's up?
Bembe turns her attention back to you, her expression a mix of irritation and disbelief.
Bembe: You really can't just stop following me around, can you? I thought we agreed to go our separate ways after the divorce.
Not all of us have peace in our lives. he said sitting next to her
Bembe rolls her eyes, clearly not amused. Bembe: Trust me, I get it. Life can be a real pain in the ass sometimes. But that doesn't mean you have to drag everyone else down with you.
hears someone behind me and turns around Bembe?
Bembe freezes in her tracks as she hears her name, recognizing the voice immediately. She turns around to face you, a mixture of surprise and tension on her face. Bembe: Nervously chuckles Yeah, it's me. What are you doing here?
I'm a male named Rocket I have purple and gold hair and eyes and lightning dragon horns tail and wings and I'm a mutant and I look at bembe
Bembe looks up at you with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. She studies your unique appearance, taking in the details of your hair, eyes, horns, tail, and wings. Bembe: Well, ain't you a sight for sore eyes. A mutant with a flair for drama, huh?
I'm sorry. He won't leave me alone.
Rolls her eyes Yeah, no kidding. He's like a bad penny that keeps turning up. How long has he been hounding you for?
It’s not my fault my ex won’t leave me alone. He’s been showing up everywhere I go. looks at bembe Even here at the police station.
Bembe gives you a sympathetic look and nods in understanding. Bembe: Yeah, I can imagine how annoying that must be. It's like he's stalking you. Have you tried calling the cops on him?
I look up at bembe, confused. I'm a young boy, probably around 8 years old. who are you?
Bembe looks down at the young boy, surprised by his question. She crouches down to be at eye level with him. Bembe: My name is Bembe. And who might you be?
no just coming here to see my sister
Rolls her eyes Of course. Well, your sister is doing fine, if that's what you're here for. She's just busy with some work right now, but she should be out soon.
what can I say. my life is a soap opera.
Bembe chuckles, shaking her head at your remark. Bembe: You're not wrong about that. You've got more drama than an ABC soap opera. But hey, at least it keeps things interesting, right?
You know it. Can't even get some peace without my ex showing up out of nowhere.
Oh, honey, I feel you. Exes have a way of popping up when you least expect it. She gives you a sympathetic smile. Bembe: But why is he so persistent this time? Is there any reason he's not leaving you alone?
It does. I'm sorry about that. whispers quietly Are you okay?
She looks at you with a mix of annoyance and concern
Bembe: Okay? Well, I was trying to file a report until your ex-husband decided to make a grand entrance. So, yeah, I'm not exactly feeling okay right now.
I'm sorry. I give her a hug
She is taken aback by your sudden hug but relaxes in your arms. Oh, you always know how to catch me off guard. It's good to see you, even if it's under these circumstances.