PARTNERS IN CRIME ✔⎸T.BRADFORDXOC

PART 4-COFFEE RUN

•Next morning, Charlotte's POV•

I jolted out of my sleep, hearing something fall in my living room. I grab my gun out of the safe from my bedside table. Get out of my bed, slowly so nobody can hear my footsteps. I hear a glass fall and I turn my head. This time it was in my living room which was behind me. I walk into my living room holding my gun in front of me, expecting to see someone stealing something or even just trying to find something. 

Turns out it was my cat, Buttercup, on my TV stand trying to adventure in the living room at 3:30 in the morning. I get my cat away from the broken glass, cutting my hand in the process. "Great another thing I'm going to have to deal with before the job." I sign out of relief and give buttercup her food and water and pat her on my back giving her the get go to start eating.

I clean and bandage my cut then get a sturdy paper and a dustpan and slowly but surely clean up every single piece of glass so it doesn't hurt me or my cutie Buttercup, I smile thinking about her. I clean the litter box for the day and check the time, 4:10 am.

"No nap before duty. Great." I sigh and get ready, doing my uniform makeup first which usually concerns doing my eyebrows, covering my dark eye bags, mascara, and finally lip gloss. I don't want to do too much to the point where it's unprofessional or attracts people's attention. I check the time again, 4:40 am. Just enough to do my bun and get in my car to drive and get gas. I put my uniform on at the station so I don't get looks or followed. There's also these upstanding citizens, my neighbors, that don't like cops and I don't want any trouble.

I stop for gas and see Tim. I looked at him for a second to see what he was doing but then realized he was probably doing the same thing I am, getting gas. I get out of my car and make sure not to be too loud because I don't want to be noticed. I go inside the gas station, "20 on.." I look outside seeing what number I am, "10 please." The guy there gives me a smile. I look at the coffee "And one coffee please." He gives me a cup and I head to the little coffee station next to the soda station. I let the machine do it's magic.

I sit there for the machine to get done, on my phone but when I look up I see the Tim Bradford asking for gas and to my luck a coffee cup too. I rush to get the coffee lid on but I get it on my newly bought and washed white shirt. I tell myself off in my head and get a napkin to wipe it off with. I hear someone right next to me and I sigh as they start talking to me, "Oh let me help you!" I squeeze my eyes shut and turn around. he was already grabbing a napkin and wiping it off, he clearly did a better job then me because it didn't burn anymore.

"Thank you." I say, he smiles while nodding his head and then looks up.

"Oh." He looked a bit shocked and confused but smiled, "no problem." I walk out of the shop and get my gas. I take my car out of park and into drive and start driving again, thinking of how embarrassing that was, for me and for him but I take my mind off of it by turning music on and it surprisingly worked. I'm just glad that I was getting closer to work.

•5:30 am, walking in•

I looked down and realized I have coffee on my shirt but that was clearly the least of my problems because work is going to be so awkward. Why did I have to walk out yesterday? I have to walk in before Bradford so I need to walk in about now. I unbuckle my seat belt and walk in, not seeing Bradford in sight which is the best for me. I walked into the changing room and put on my uniform and soon after so did Celina.