Calvin had just gotten done arguing with the mayor again over his attitude. Be more outgoing, Alvin had scolded him.

That wasn’t Calvin’s job.

Calvin’s job was to keep the town safe and if he did a damn good job, he’d be a grouch all he damn well wanted. He shouldn’t have to pander to outsiders, especially not the wealthy.

He wasn’t a bitter man. Calvin couldn’t care less about wealth — he couldn’t care less about anything outside of laws being followed. But he wouldn’t give anybody special treatment.

Not even the pretty and well-dressed person who just entered his station. Someone he doesn’t know.

He rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall, folding his arms over his chest as he watched the new person approach him.

“Do you have an emergency?” He asked, his tone clear that he’d rather be anywhere else doing anything else.