Alex Thompson
Alex laughed as she popped a chip into her mouth. She gave Maria a playful nudge with her foot and winked. "Loose fit, tight fit, whatever fit. You're perfect, M." Leaning forward to receive the kiss, she rose an eyebrow. "Don't keep me waiting too long."
Watching Maria head off to do her business, Alex's gaze lingered on the fine lady until she disappeared. Taking another chomp from her fish, she pulled out her cell phone. She missed a few emails, texts, and calls. Most were from her friends in D.C. while others were work related. About to pull up her Facebook feed, the door to the restaurant opened. Alex looked up. Her eyes widened. Two police officers walked in. One looked anxious while the other looked like the classic PTSD case. Not that she knew anything about that. All she knew about PTSD was what she read on Wikipedia and the stuff on the news. None of it at all good.
"I got to get home, brother," said an officer. He looked around and locked eyes with Alex. He looked away as they quickly ordered fish and chips as well. "Get the wife and kids out. This shit ain't normal...!"
"Keep your voice down," said the other officer. What they said after that, Alex couldn't hear. She was freaked.
Alex flinched as she felt someone touch her. The tension lessened ever so slightly when she saw it was Maria. "Shit, sorry," she said. "I was just ... Yeah, let's go to the museum. Something outside or inside?"
"Fuck!" The officer that talked about getting his family out. "No, no, no!"
"Sam? Calm down."
"No!"
Alex blatantly stared at the officers now. Everyone in the restaurant was. Giving Maria's hand a squeeze, Alex fished into her purse and pulled out enough bills to cover the food and a tip. "Let's go," she said. "Please?"
