NAIARI
JCF Training Academy
Twickenham Park, Spanish Town
Just finished with my Sergeant's Exam, I leave the building and head towards my car, holding my hat under my arm while my crème hair sways freely on my shoulders.
As soon as I'm in the car and sitting down, my phone rings and Zayvion's name flashes on the screen.
I answer with a smile. "Hey babe."
"Which part yuh deh?" he inquires.
Him hostile yuh see.
"About to drive back to the station now, did go over the training center," I inform him.
"Cool."
He doesn't say anything else so I put the phone on speaker and then start the car.
"You did want something Zayvi?" I ask, seeing that he went silent.
"Yuh have yuh passport pan yuh? Shot me a pic a it," he says to me.
My brows furrowed together in confusion, wondering why he wants it.
"I don't have it on me," I reply to him. "I think there's a pic of it in my mom's chat though."
"Send it to me," he instructs.
I go to my mother's chat, and scroll through our media, and when I find the picture, I turn my data on and forward the picture to Zayvion.
"Yuh get it?" I ask him when I see the two grey ticks on the message.
"Yeah, and you still have the weekend off, right?" he inquires.
"Yeah, I do," I reply looking down at my nails. A maintenance day is calling my name.
"Ahh," he responds, sounding distracted. "Yuh good?"
"No, I'm hungry and tired," I pout, leaning back into the seat.
"You a get the weekend off so yuh can rest," he reminds me. "What do you want to eat?"
"Ummm," I start to think about it, then somewhere comes to my mind. "Yuh know the restaurant close to the nursing home, I want food from there."
"Aight. Soon link yuh back."
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After I finish parking, I grab my things and head inside the station. The usual buzz of activity greets me, officers moving about, phones ringing, and the smell of coffee lingering in the air. In here stink a coffee, real bad.
I weave through the crowd, managing a tired smile here and there as I make my way to my desk. I drop my hat down and slump into my chair, my stomach grumbling loud enough to remind me how long it's been since I ate.
Before I can even think about food, my phone buzzes with a text. It's from Zayvion.
Amanda's Grandson: Soon reach, fawud outside.
I smile, quickly replying before grabbing my things again.
Me: Coming.
Stepping back outside, the sun's still hanging low, making everything feel hotter than it is. The thickness of the uniform doesn't make it any better.
