Not A Relative
In the police headquarters parking area, Sam hurriedly stepped out of the building, chasing after Dakota, who seemed ready to leave the station that afternoon. As usual, he probably had a class at CW.

“Dax!” he called out.

Dakota didn’t slow down, even though he wasn’t moving very fast due to his still somewhat weak legs. Sam finally grabbed his arm.

"Hey, why are you in such a hurry? I still have something to ask you about" said Sam.

Dakota glanced at Sam’s hand on his arm, and Sam quickly realized and let go.

“Uh, sorry! Do you have time? I want to talk about something.”

Dakota checked his watch.

“Sorry, but I have a class in an hour. Can we talk another time?” he replied.

Sam looked at Dakota very seriously.

“Teaching again? Aren’t you tired? Teaching and being a special consultant, I don’t get why you love that job so much. Come on, let’s grab lunch and talk. You’re so busy that we never have time to chat.” said Sam.

To Dakota’s surprise, Sam took his hand and pulled him in
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