Plumb Moves to the City: Chapter 3

​  Officer Hart had left in such a huff that it made his quick return even more awkward than when two people say goodbye before finding themselves leaving in the same direction. 
  "I got all the way to my bike before I realized I didn't actually get the report I needed." He said as he tapped his pen on his notepad, "I understand you do not wish to press charges, but that isn't actually what I'm here for. There's been a lot of accidents in that area, and they want us to carefully log all of them to see what we can do to help reduce them. Like crosswalk placing, traffic signs, and all that..." He sighed before looking up at her, "I'm sorry I snapped at you just now. It wasn't very professional of me, and it wasn't cool."
  "Well, I must say it wasn't exactly professional," Plumb smiled and the tension in the room began to melt away, "but I don't mind you snapping at me as long as you let me snap back, or at least, give me some time to ask you to explain yourself."
  Moya stared at Plumb wondering if it was really possible for a person to not change as much as the person has not changed before him. Almost every conversation the two had had consistent of him getting mad at her and either her returning the emotion or calmly asking him why he said what he had. She never liked to get mad at him unless she knew what to get mad about exactly. It was irritating to him how everything was so much the same. 
  "What did you mean I 'don't deserve this'? Because it sounds like I don't deserve people being nice to me, and that's not very nice, and I'll have no choice but to get upset with you." She adjusted her glasses. 
  "Oh, um," Moya laughed, "Yeah, that's not what I meant. I meant you deserve better than to have people literally run you over and get away with it. You're just too easily taken advantage of."
  "I resent that." 
  "Doesn't make it less true."
  "I'll have you know that most of the people who hit have paid for my medical bills, and the ones who did not didn't know that they hit me, so there."
  "What about the people who you take the fall for? They don't offer to make it up to you. Now do they?"
  "There has only ever been one person I've taken the fall for, and if he would like to make it up to me, he can do that anytime. I assure you that the statute of limitations is not up on that."
  "Then maybe you should give him your number, so he can contact you and apologize properly while he's not on the clock."
  "He has my number already."
  "No, he doesn't."
  "Yes, he does."
  "No, he doesn't."
  "How do you know?"
  "If I had your number, I would have called you a long time ago."
   ...
  "Oh," Plumb adjusted her glasses again, "I suppose I took the fall twice then." She laughed, "I forgot about that. Probably because it really wasn't that big of a deal. I think any friend would have done the same."
  "That's why it was a big deal. At least, it was to me because...we weren't friends." 
  "No, I suppose we weren't," She said quietly. Although it was him who stated it first hearing her agree didn't sit well with him. Perhaps, he had hope she'd insist they were. That would make it easier for them to be friends now after all.
  "However, back then I considered us future friends. That's about the same thing don't you think?" She said as she once again gave him her small smile/laugh that was perhaps the most powerful weapon he had come into contact with. He did not want to agree with her. If anything, this proves his point of her being a push over, but that accursed face of hers.
  "Plumb," he shook his head, "I would still like to make it up to you sometime when I'm not on the clock if you don't mind."
  "Sure, why not, but only on the condition we have moved on from being future friends."
  "Sure, why not?"
  "Cool, now what was my number again?" She said as she reached for her phone, "Oh, and Officer Hart. The accident took place of 2nd and Nun street at around 3pm."
  Moya was confused for a moment before he laughed again. He had once again forgotten about his job. Truly, she was far too powerful for her own good. 

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