*Zac*
I sit in my car, discreetly parked outside Lukas Bertelsen's house. The night wraps around me, casting an eerie cloak of darkness. Lukas emerges from his home, dragging a trash bag along, and approaches my car with calculated curiosity.
"Is there a reason you are camped outside my home, Zac?" Lukas asks, a hint of sarcasm tainting his words.
Leaning back in my seat, I meet his gaze with a steady gaze of my own. "There have been a string of burglaries in this area, Lukas. I just wanted to make sure you and your family are safe," I reply, my voice cool and composed.
Lukas smirks, his amusement evident. "Aren't you the perfect gentleman, always looking out for others."
I can't help but let a small grin play across my lips. "Consider it a favor returned, Lukas. You seemed quite inte
