I was yelling at Nick for getting us parking duty for the sixth day in a row when a familiar voice interrupts.
"Officer Hopps?"
I turn quickly, ignoring the slight ache in my abdomen. "Mr. Savage?" He's holding a parking ticket, and staring at me in shock. Magog, he looks like a wreck, but he somehow pulls it off.
He shakes his head. "Please, call me Jack." He seemed to realize he was still in his flannel pajama pants and white T-shirt, and has the grace to looks embarrassed. "Gog, I'm sorry, I'm getting my house remodeled, and this bloody apartment has no coffee. It's a miracle I'm still standing."
I laugh. "If I'm calling you Jack, you have to call me Judy, okay? And don't worry about it, you should see Nick on mornings without coffee!" Nick glares at me, and Jack coughs to cover up his laugh... Unsuccessfully, fortunately. Nick deserves every bit of misery that's brought upon him. When someone purposely annoys Bogo, to get parking duty, I reserve the right to make his life uncomfortable.
"I can only imagine... How are you feeling? Recovery going okay?" He shifts his weight, looking worried. Nice of him.
I nod. "Yeah, thank you for taking care of the bill."
He shakes his head. "Least I could do." He sighs, looking regretful. "I have to get to work, but would you like to go out sometime? I'd like to thank you farther."
I smile, tilting my head. "I'd love to."
He pulls out his phone. "Can I have your number so I can call you later?"
I rattle off the sequence of numbers, and watch him get in the car. "Talk to you later, Judy." He drives off, ticket still in paw.
Nick sighed. "He's a bastard, but even I gotta admit that was smooth." I shoved his side, grinning.
