He wasn’t off on any rounds or anything like that-- he was just driving around. Granted, most people liked to take long drives in the daytime, but Beckett had always been a strange sort of night owl. It was a good thing that his shift at the station was usually late afternoon going into evening.
Tonight, nothing was especially extraordinary as he drove through the streets. The town wasn’t a quiet one, but after a certain hour, it knew how to conceal itself, which was something that he could appreciate. Sally’s Old Diner was still open, just as it always was, and as he drove past it, he saw the waitresses working from booth to booth-- just like they always were.
The place he lived in didn’t care too much about the rating system. Hell, those things were barely even seen around these parts anymore. His town was still old-fashioned, which was another thing he liked. When he was younger, Beckett had a high enough rating-- star of the football team and patriot once he hit eighteen and went off to war. But after he came home from his accident, that rating slowly went down... and he didn’t care.
Anyway, the drive was quiet enough until he stumbled upon a young woman walking down the sidewalk, a few minutes away from the diner. He furrowed his brows, slowing down and pulling over. “Ma’am,” he spoke out to her after rolling his windows down. “You doin’ okay?”
