He eats through a few bites of his salad and pasta, listening to her speak, wondering the last time he's had a woman over to his house, wondering if this even counts. He suspects it doesn't, or else it might be troubling they have so quickly reached a common ground. Traumatic rich childhoods, the common denominator in their families' fueding perhaps.

"You rebellious? Really?" Because that was the least surprising thing he's ever heard in his life. Her distaste for the rules and regulations of this town, the very ones he was meant to uphold, was the reason he never ran out of reasons to arrest her. "Never would've guessed."