We're getting married!

"Goddammit Youell!" she said, looking across her desk. "This is the fifth time this week. You've got a license to kill not to break the speed limit,". Youell looked back at her and took a long drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke into the sky, leaning back into his chair. "Go woke, go broke," he said, putting his cigarette out on the palm of his hand. "Well did you crack the case? The commissioner is coming down on me like rocks in a sock bank," exclaimed Healy. "The commissioner, huh? She's just worried because it's an election season and the last time she had to run this hard was after the ice cream truck." Youell grinned, lighting another cigarette. "You know you can't smoke in here. Now have you cracked the case or not?" "You know chief, I had you down as many things, but a hypocrite wasn't one of them." "Woah, what's that supposed to mean?" "You saying there's no smoking in here. Yet there you are. Looking smoking hot," Youell says, putting his cigarette out on his other palm. "And yeah, I cracked the case. But it's not safe to talk here. The feds are listening. "Let's talk about it later, over a drink." "Great. I love drinking." "And then maybe we'll crack the biggest case of them all. How to melt that heart of yours," Youell said, lighting a third cigarette and holstering his gun before pushing the wheelie of his chair that he was on before out of the office. "See you later skater" "In a while crocodile" Names of people and places have been changed for confidentiality.