The Lengths for Company

[Levi Alexander Wolfe]

He waited patiently and remained silent as she took the card from him. He couldn’t help but wonder what was going through her mind. This lady was interesting. That was for sure. As much as he wanted to sit down and have a delicious home cooked meal – something he hadn’t had in a very very long time – the back of his mind kept reminding him that he was on duty.

Torn by his thoughts, Levi watched at the lady stepped out of the room. Next thing he knew, he felt his pocket vibrating. He pulled out his phone and didn’t recognize the number. Ignoring the call he slide is phone back into his pocket when he heard her speaking.

He looked out of the room and saw her on the phone, calling him. He shook his head. “I don’t answer if I’m on duty.” He said, moving closer to her. “I’m sure the food is delicious, and I’d be more than happen to join you…” He felt bad for the lady, but he didn’t want his emotions to cloud his judgement. “But I can’t right now. I’m working.” He looked down at his watch then back up at the woman. “What’s your name.”

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Tag: Lola Green

[Lola Green]

As Lola chattered away on the phone, she saw him coming closer towards her direction from the corner of her eye. Unfortunately, he had not picked up his cell. Well wasn't that a waste of effort, she thought grumpily as she placed the phone back to its origins.

Now this just did not seem fair. It was him who handed over his card and told her to call him if she ever found herself in need of a dinner date. Calling in a false crime and prepare dinner was the plan for the night but that did not give the seventy year old the results she wanted. Perhaps if it was some other officer it would have worked then. This one was really one who stuck to the books. Therefore, Lola Green played by his rules which she thought vainly was pretty clever of her to do so. The saying "if you can't beat them, join them" came to mind but she was not sure how much did it actually relate to the situation.

The young -- well definitely younger than Lola -- man complimentated her cooking skills in advance which brought a snort out of her. However, it sounded very much like one of those things people say to make the actual truth not seemed as bad. Hump, sugarcoat my ass! The officer was adamant with his "I'm working" argument. This only caused Lola to stand further with her "Well I bloody don't care deary" attitude.

Before she could give him a piece of her mind try to sway him with delicacies, their conversation took an unexpected turn. At least for her. "Green. Lola Green." With that, she fired the question right back at him.

[Levi Alexander Wolfe]

Levi watched as the woman seemed clearly frustrated with him. He was tempted to laugh, but refrained from doing so. He contemplated the consequences of him staying a bit longer to eat. Would it really be that bad? Anything was better than sitting at his desk. Not to mention he was working, he responded to a call. Even if it was a lie. But for all they know he could be questioning her and getting her statement. What if the guy left before he had gotten there? That would have been the story the old lady should have stuck with. That way. She wouldn’t be in the predicament she was in now. Levi disliked lying. If she had done it. He wouldn’t have known. But now, the choice was in his hand.

She was a fiery one. Which just made Levi more tempted to walk away and go back to the department and write up in the paperwork that she was a big fat liar. She was like a child. Part of him wanted to teach her a lesson. That you don’t get reward for bad behavior. If he stayed, he’d be rewarding that behavior. He simply can’t condone it.

He tapped on his name plate on his shirt. “Office Wolfe. Levi Wolfe.” He said. His expression had be more or less the same. “Lola. Or would you prefer Mrs. Green?” He asked, wanting to keep his manners. “What are you doing Saturday night?”

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Tag: Lola Green

[Lola Green]

She had not seen the name plate until he had tapped on it as a response to her question. Her bad seventy year old eyesight did not help but contribute to that facr. Lola remembered being close enough to him at least to must have seen it. Great, she had forgotten to put on her contacts.

"Well deary you got a pretty name there," she replied. Unfortunately for the old lady, his expression gave nothing away. It was the same from before she even made the second phone call of the night. And this had nothing to do with her not that great eyesight. Thinking back, he had on almost the same look throughout the whole time he was here. From the moment he walked through the front door and to where they stood now near the kitchen entrance. Frankly it was a little unnerving. Lola wondered what had shaped him up that way. Or was it just him performing his role of an officer all too well.

That was one of the kinds of question she would ask if he agreed to join her for dinner. But that did not look like something that was going to happen any time soon. Not with the rate of how their conversation was going at the moment. Haiissshh.

Then again, their conversation took another unexpected turn for the old woman. "Lola is fine deary. Saturday night? Hmmm I'd most probably watch reruns of Survivor if it's on. Why?" Where was Officer Wolfe going with this? She thought curiously.

[Levi Alexander Wolfe]

“Thank you. You as well.” He said simply, giving a subtle nod. He was slightly surprised by how tame her response had been. There was something oddly comforting about the woman. Even if she was a manipulative liar. Perhaps it was because Levi had never had a grandmother, so the concept was foreign to him. Was this how they all were? Obviously he had grandparents. His parents didn’t just sprout from thin air. But his parents never spoke about them. Whether they were dead or alive he didn’t know. Although he assumed by now they’d be long gone.

He chuckled in his head. Survivor reruns? Out of all the shows, Survivor? A small smile peeked from the corner of his mouth. “Well then Lola. If it’s not too much to take you away from your reruns. I’d love it if you accompany me to a night out.” He said completely serious. He folded his arms across his chest. He gestured with one hand and gave a shrug, “If you’d want to that is.”

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Tag: Lola Green

[Lola Green]

The old lady loved her reality tv shows. Survivor was just one out of the many she watched. There were two reason why one watches the show. Either for the fun of the challenges or the drama. In the early stages, Lola watched for the challenges but in recent years she had been gwtting addicted to the drama. There was something oddly amusing the seventy year old found in watching a group of people arguing and backstabbing one another to outplay the rest.

She was glad her reply got a small smile out of the officer.

Yet again for another time that night, he surprised her. A night out with him? Sign her up! Looking at the young man, she doubted his generation would willingly sacrifice their Saturday night to spend it with an old girl like her. Surely he would have better things to do. But Lola Green was not one to complain. "Well deary, since you turned down my offer to make dinner, I suppose I could settle for a night cold," she said as she waved her hand in the air acting exaggeratedly as if it was no big deal.

Grabbing a piece of pen and paper, she jotted down rarely used telephone number and house number before passing it over to him. "There you are," she said with a big smile. After that, she ushered him out knowing he would most probably need to get back to the station and address real and non fake crimes. The two bid their farewells and she thanked the officer for inviting her for a night out.

Once the door shut, Bebe and Macy came over to her. The cat purred against her leg and the dog was tugging on her sleeve. "Alright, alright. Once you're fed, then I'd get to my dinner."

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