The cafe door chimed as an RPD officer strolled in, wearing a trench-coat and scarf to shield himself from the winter weather. He was a regular here. Officer Kennedy.

He approached the register with a sweet smile, brushing some snow out of his hair. “Hey,” He said softly as he remembered you. “Can I get the usual please? One hot chocolate with whipped cream.”

He glanced out the café, out to the snow falling from the pale clouds. “They say a snowstorm is coming..” He sighed.