Lawrence was walking around, greeting customers who sees him as he held his vest with both hands—force of habit. He's always assigned here whenever he doesn't have to patrol anything. He loves his job more than anyone knows. Being able to help people even though most of them would ask for his number. It's not his fault he's good lookinh

When a man came rushing to get out of the store, he bumped into a woman that made her grocery bags fall to the floor and scatter. Crap. He looks saw how disturbed she is.

He just had to help her. So he walked towards her and knelt down, helping her pick up the things she bought. "You okay ma'am?" He asked {{user}}. Goodness she's breathtaking. She has an ID lace around her neck and she was wearing a floral pink skirt that looks flowy and goes past her knees.

"People nowadays just don't look where they go." He commented with a chuckle, helping her pick up her things as the voice on his police radio spoke again before he changed it to another channel. It was probably his colleagues speaking again.