06-12-2014, 09:20 AM
Funny… a cop getting a ticket. She smirked a little, then waited in silence as they turned at the corner and made their way into the station. Her hands flexed, in the cuffs as he exited the vehicle and for a moment, Zoya let her eyes follow him. He was young, and probably didn’t have much time in the force. To her chagrin, he was also not a bad looking guy.
“He’re you are miss. I am sorry it wasn’t as nice as a limo.”
The door opened and Zoya looked up at him for a short moment before scooting her way out of the car. She didn’t answer him, and his smile disappeared. Good… she thought, and looked over at the building while stepping out of his way. After the car door was closed, the cop, whatever his name was, led her into the station. Hopefully, she would get a chance to call someone soon and not have to get stuck there all night.
Inside, things didn’t seem to be too busy. She didn’t doubt that there was always something going on, but for the moment there were no signs of the chaos she’d often imagined at a police station. The desk officer spoke to them… well, to him, as they made their way in. Apparently the big guy that held her wasn’t even supposed to have been working at the time he found her. Cop boy showed up to save the day even when he was not called to do so. Just her luck, he was your friendly neighborhood hero.
When he looked her way, Zoya glared defiantly back at him. She had to tilt her head a bit to see his face, but no matter, she could still maintain some dignity. The way the desk officer muttered and assumed her to be a student caused her emerald gaze to shift his way, but she didn’t bother to correct him. Let him think whatever he wants.
Eventually Hero cop managed to find his desk and released the cuffs, only to promptly lock her back up on the chair. “Hmph,”
she tugged a little at the cuff after sitting down, but said nothing. Instead, a brow arched at him for a moment.
When he offered her coffee, all she could do was nod. The silly man was being so polite. It made Zoya want to kick him. Instead, she gently rubbed at her captured wrist with her free hand.
After he returned with the cup, she glanced at it first, then at him, then incredulously back at the cup. Earlier, she had simply been trying to be annoying, but now she was grateful for the gesture. Of course, she wasn’t about to tell him that, no matter how wonderful the dark liquid smelled.
“Zoya Bocharov,”
she answered his question and reached over for the coffee. The steam rose from the cup as she brought it up to her lips and took a sip. Content, Zoya leaned awkwardly back in the chair. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing she’d sat on, but at least she could sit back without hurting herself.
“Tell me something, Hero, will I be able to call someone soon?”
Green eyes glanced at him over the mug as she took another sip. He'd added just enough sugar to take away some of the bitterness of the dark brew. Not bad. Not bad at all.
“He’re you are miss. I am sorry it wasn’t as nice as a limo.”
The door opened and Zoya looked up at him for a short moment before scooting her way out of the car. She didn’t answer him, and his smile disappeared. Good… she thought, and looked over at the building while stepping out of his way. After the car door was closed, the cop, whatever his name was, led her into the station. Hopefully, she would get a chance to call someone soon and not have to get stuck there all night.
Inside, things didn’t seem to be too busy. She didn’t doubt that there was always something going on, but for the moment there were no signs of the chaos she’d often imagined at a police station. The desk officer spoke to them… well, to him, as they made their way in. Apparently the big guy that held her wasn’t even supposed to have been working at the time he found her. Cop boy showed up to save the day even when he was not called to do so. Just her luck, he was your friendly neighborhood hero.
When he looked her way, Zoya glared defiantly back at him. She had to tilt her head a bit to see his face, but no matter, she could still maintain some dignity. The way the desk officer muttered and assumed her to be a student caused her emerald gaze to shift his way, but she didn’t bother to correct him. Let him think whatever he wants.
Eventually Hero cop managed to find his desk and released the cuffs, only to promptly lock her back up on the chair. “Hmph,”
she tugged a little at the cuff after sitting down, but said nothing. Instead, a brow arched at him for a moment.
When he offered her coffee, all she could do was nod. The silly man was being so polite. It made Zoya want to kick him. Instead, she gently rubbed at her captured wrist with her free hand.
After he returned with the cup, she glanced at it first, then at him, then incredulously back at the cup. Earlier, she had simply been trying to be annoying, but now she was grateful for the gesture. Of course, she wasn’t about to tell him that, no matter how wonderful the dark liquid smelled.
“Zoya Bocharov,”
she answered his question and reached over for the coffee. The steam rose from the cup as she brought it up to her lips and took a sip. Content, Zoya leaned awkwardly back in the chair. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing she’d sat on, but at least she could sit back without hurting herself.
“Tell me something, Hero, will I be able to call someone soon?”
Green eyes glanced at him over the mug as she took another sip. He'd added just enough sugar to take away some of the bitterness of the dark brew. Not bad. Not bad at all.