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“A command.” The tone of the young male’s voice is stern yet still lacking the foundation needed be issued as a proper command. Sure he’d been an officer of the law for a few years now, but still fault lines ran through his ability to keep on a certain persona – especially around women, and especially when they’re flirting with him.
Files, photos, case documentation; all snapped up in a flash and shoved away into the backpack he held at his side. It was sensitive, a murder unsolved, clues missing and misleading and he’d been working on it for ages, it seemed. Everything blurred together anymore, one line scratched out, fading into another and what he really needed was some time to relax, to be and breathe without a case (and his boss) breathing down the back of his neck.
“I suppose I could cut you a deal, since I’m a nice guy after all. What would you be searching for if I said yes to you?” Shafts of his general impish nature streak through honeyed irises, the playfulness quick to take hold and coat his words without an ounce of effort. “I have plenty I can offer you, just don’t ask for a ride in my cruiser. That’s off limits.”
“You’re no fun, Mr. Officer.”
The pout on her lips matches the petulant tone of her voice as she continues to clean the the cups and dishes on her customer’s table. Joy knows the rules about dealing with such people in her workplace but at the same time, her playfulness cannot seem to refuse the temptation of having a bit of fun with this obviously flustered detective. She means no harm, of course, as she decides to tease him a bit more.
How many times has she stumbled upon confidential information while working her shifts? It makes her wonder why these people keep working in public spaces when they are dealing with such types of files. But at the same time she feels a sense of relief that it was her who caught him and not some other person, someone more dangerous and someone who could possibly hurt him or use him to their advantage.
“Why don’t you begin by telling me your name? I mean, it would seem only fair for me to know since you already know mine.” She gestures to the nametag on the left side of her chest while waiting for him to respond. Thankfully, there aren’t that many other customers to witness their little exchange.
