Her hand reached out a piece of bread from the small basket the waiter had kindly left behind for the two. After a couple bites, her eyes shot up and an eyebrow quirked up, looking at the man across at the table from her. It seemed like her question made him take his time with the answer. A long pause usually meant there was a story worth to hear. So Lola Green waited for the reply patiently with a smile.
Well, the reply she received was waaaaay too short. She gave him an all knowing smirk. He thought right, the seventy year old was not going to let the office off the subject oh so easily. But Levi changed the topic quickly before she could question him further. To be honest, it felt like she was running a race and she could see the finishing line only to have the view blocked by the person from behind suddenly sprinting ahead of her.
"Pfft, oh deary." She waved her hand dramatically at his inquiry. "I'd say it has been a good thirteen- fifteen years since I've said goodbye to the corporate life," she said simply. "So tell me, dear. How did you end up in the line of work you are in now? I know catching the mean guys isn't a piece of cake."
Post by Levi Alexander Wolfe on Apr 18, 2016 9:09:50 GMT -6
Levi alternated between the bread and his water. After he had spoken it had felt longer than it actually was for Lola to answer. She gave him this look, and he knew she knew. He was just waiting for her to rip him a new one. When she didn’t he was a bit surprised, and relieved, although a part of him had a feeling wasn’t getting off that easily.
He smiled. “Corporate life huh? What did you do? Were you the big boss?” He said with a laugh. He pictured Lola as she was now in some big fancy overly done office with all of her pets bossing people around. He smiled inwardly at the thought. When she countered with the same question he subtly bowed his head, having no real issue talking about that.
“Well,” He began, almost as if it was some long interesting story. It wasn’t. “I was running out of money, since I didn’t have a job.” Which was true, he regretted saying that but it was too late to change it. He continued, “A friend of mine suggested it, but I kind of just brushed it off. Didn’t think of myself as the cop type.” He chuckled and though of Reid, who was in fact his boss now. He took sip of his now empty water glass, “And then, after the attacks on mutants and everything. It kind of inspired me. Wanted to help out best I can.” He gave a shrug and looked around for the waiter, maybe some whiskey was in order.
The seventy year old laughed. "Well, close. I came in second actually." Her working days now seemed like a distant memory. She was very good at what she did and she had a very successful career. Her work even offered her an outlet to take her mind of things, especially since it was during the time her husband passed away.
Lola Green listened intently to the officer as he told her a little of his history. "Well, you certainly make a good cop, deary," she said, silently referring to the day when he inspected her house because she called in 'a break in'. The thought put a cheeky smile on the old lady's face.
Now that subject was coming to an end, Lola quickly jump at the chance and redirected their conversation to the topic before. "So what's a handsome young lad like you having no other plans on a Saturday night except for a night out with an old woman, hmm?"