Ben's POV
“Bowling?” she asks in disbelief, swinging around to look at me angrily. “Are you kidding me?”
“What? You were up late last night pulling off that big drug bust… I read through all those boring f*****g files at the precinct… come on we deserve it.” I shrug, folding my arms over my chest.
She looks up at the building briefly before looking back at me again.
“Absolutely not, Ben! First off, I know it was you who gave me the tip off about the drugs, so you don’t have to pretend and patronise me. Secondly, it’s 2.30pm! We haven’t even talked about the case and-“
“Suit yourself.” I interrupt her, striding off ahead into the building.
“Ben! Ben, come back here! We aren’t f*****g doing this!”
“Oh I am, you, however, can do whatever the hell you like.” I grin as she clenche
