The night was cool and crisp and the weather was nasty. A tunneling mist blew leaves in front of the two officers, in front of an eighty-year-old street lamp in front of them. The night was also very dark in the woods across the way, except from part of the light of the street lamp. Noting the nostalgia of the old street light, the female officer looked up to its salmon glow to see its metal curls turned green from mild surface corrosion.
“Nice street lamp,” said Officer Lilac, the female, with a sniffle.
“Nice, indeed,” said Officer Attens, a large male police officer who was also her partner, “I am going into the small shop behind us to get us a coffee.”
Officer Attens entered the small store, as Officer Lilac endured the scenery. They were used to policing various areas of town on foot, usually bringing in criminals during nocturnal hours.
Within moments, Officer Attens returned with a small package in his pocket and two cups of steaming coffee with sugar and creamer added.
“Thank you,” said Officer Lilac.
“No problem,” said Officer Attens, handing her her cup of coffee. He then proceeded to pull out the small package.
“What’s in the package?” asked Officer Lilac.
“The cashier said the coffee was complementary. I thought it was the uniform. He said it was complementary so long as I made a purchase. So, I killed to birds with one stone.”
“Well, I got us both a coffee, and I got you this.”
Officer Attens handed Officer Lilac a package of allergy lozenges.
“Why thank you,” said Officer Lilac, “I was starting to get a sniffle. What possessed you to get these for us?”
Officer Attens chuckled and said, “I am of the mind that we should be catching criminals, not colds.”