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“That’s a particularly forlorn look you’ve got there, Officer Wilde,” Judy teased, coming back with her coffee refill to the booth she and Nick had staked out in the corner of the all night diner.
Nick looked up at her, his chin resting on his folded arms, in front of the remains of a plate of pancakes and toast. “We are three hours into our fourth late-night shift this week, it is the middle of winter, so this neighborhood has gone from ‘below freezing’ to ‘hypothermia in five minutes or less’, and which also means my winter coat is coming in, which makes me itch. ”
“But you’re so fluffy now,” Judy exclaimed, reaching over to squeeze his cheeks briefly. Nick stuck his tongue out at her in retaliation, then continued.
“Furthermore, I have finished my dinner and now must contemplate dessert,” he declared solemnly. “Alas, this greasy spoon only offers cake and pie.”
“We could go to a donut shop,” Judy pointed out.
( Clawhouser will steer them right )
