The Grind *Rickyl*

2. Officer Friendly

   Daryl shifted slightly and smacked at his phone, trying to make the alarm quit. His hair was the worst it's been in months, forcing him to actually put forth effort into brushing his hair. Just in case he saw anyone special at work. Daryl decided to go to work a bit early. Just to clean up some more and maybe get himself situated. He grabbed his keys and found himself out the door, he was locking his door when he heard a strangely familiar voice.
"Hey, your that guy from the coffee shop." The officers voice rang through Daryl's voice. "Oh God... I look fucking terrible." Daryl thought.
"Daryl, and your officer friendly." Daryl made Rick smile. They were both just standing there in awkward silence, blushing.
"Rick, and I could take you to work, if you don't mind making a few stops."
"Uhm... Sure thanks."
Daryl followed Rick down the stairs and out into the apartment building's parking lot. Ricks car wasn't shiny and amazing, but it wasn't beat down either. It was civil and clean, with little car- smelly thing's everywhere. Daryl patted his jeans and fixed his shirt, Rick smiled and started the engine. "You alright?" Rick laughed at Daryl's nervousness.
" 'm fine." Daryl shrugged as Rick turned on the radio. A familiar song came up on the radio and Daryl sat up straight. He knew this song, but he was surprised they had played it on the radio.
Rick started to sing the song rather loudly, making Daryl smile brightly. "No one wanted your stinking tiara,No one wanted your sticky chair."
"Why you gotta talk about the cool kids who take archery? Yeah your a shrinky dink." Daryl started.
"You get a funeral if you don't wise up and call me."
"Carl poppa." They both whispered.
Daryl and Rick both laughed as they stopped by the outside of a house. A young boy walked towards the car and hopped in, looking happy as ever. The boy gave Daryl a questioning look and Daryl's face went blank.
"Hey dad, Uh... Who's this?" The boy exclaimed. He seemed maybe... 14.
"This is Daryl, he works at the coffee shop." Rick looked back at the boy and smiled.
"Hm... Okay, I'm Carl." The boy winked at Rick, then shook hands with Daryl.
"Hey." Daryl said, continuing with the awkward silence.
"How was school yesterday? Hah... Carl Poppa." Rick said lookin' back at Carl.
"Dad! Stop calling me that!" Carl yelled, laughing along with Rick. Daryl smiled and brought his hands to his lap again. The car stopped in front of the coffee shop and Daryl smiled, at work finally. Being with Rick AND his son felt weird, but he liked it... He liked the way Rick felt close to him already. Even though they were practically strangers. Daryl climbed from the car and waved to Rick. But Rick opened his door and walked towards Daryl, getting to about 5 inches from his face.
"I'll take the usual." Rick whispered in his ear.
Daryl smiled and opened the door to the shop, it was 5:27. So the shop didn't open for a while. Daryl walked behind the corner and started to make Rick his everyday Caramel Macchiato. "I'm not supposed to do this, but I'll let this one slide." Daryl gave him his cup and smiled brightly. "Officer friendly."
"Thanks Daryl."
"No problem."