"I woke up late, around elevenish, left the house to get a birthday gift. First, I stopped at Starbucks for a white chocolate mocha. Then the local florist to get daisies for my dad, then to see my dad, then to the grocery store, I needed milk. Then I got pulled over by fucking Pike for littering."
"Littering?" He interjected, his eyebrow going up again. This time, she could have sworn she saw him smirk. For some odd reason, the sight warmed her slightly.
"Er. Well, I sort of tossed an ice cream container out my passenger window in a mild fit of hysteria. I was eating too much and having a bad day."
"Hysteria, hmm? A bad day shopping?" Again he wore that quiet smirk.
"Well, yes, sort of. Mostly visiting my dad was a little distracting, I suppose."
"Ah. So Officer Pike," he said with a hint of mockery, "pulled you over then what? Did he cuff and book you?"
