“See? I told you.” Detective Burrell frowned and swatted at her, Detective Llewelyn leaning back enough that she missed. Llewelyn threw a fry at her. Burrell kicked her under the table. At the table behind them, Sergeant Dee turned around and subjected both detectives to her silencing, accusatory stare. “She started it.”
“I don’t care who started it,” Dee said. “I’ll be the one to finish it if the two of you don’t pull yourselves together.”
“Some dinner date this is,” Mari mumbled.
“It’s not a dinner date,” Moirine said. “This is a stake-out. What kind of adult would take their date to a burger joint?”
“A reasonably priced burger joint,” Mari corrected.
"I swear to god," Dee muttered through gritted teeth behind them.
"Ha!" Said Mari. "It's a steak out. Get it? Steak? Steak? Like the food? Steak?"
"I hate you," Moirine told her. "I do. I really do."
"You're my everything."
"Are you being serious or not?"
"Would I really confess my love for you at a burger joint?"
"A reasonably priced burger joint."
"I wouldn't steak any bets on our future. Maybe I don't have a big steak in this. Don't burger on it."
"You're losing it."
"That really was weak. Sorry, I got confused, the perp walked in and I was concerned with looking natural."
"He's the guy with the grey wig?"
"Yeah."
"I was wondering why Cosimo hadn't strangled you."
"She's sent me a lot of angry texts," Detective Llewelyn was watching their target in her compact mirror, pretending to adjust her hair as he was shown to a seat behind them. Burrell could keep both her partner and the target in view at the same time, if she angled herself slightly.
"Are you playing footsie with me?"
"A little." Llewelyn shrugged. "We're supposed to be a couple, right?"
"In a burger joint."
"A reasonably priced burger joint."
"Let it go."
"You're cold," Mari paused. "Frozen, even. Ow! Don't kick me under the table!"
"Oh shush, I didn't do that." Moirine took her shoes off under the table and clumsily propelled her toes into Mari's shin trying to play footsie.
"Ouch!"
"Sorry, okay!"
"Gently, gently!"
"Alright, alright..."
"This is the weirdest job ever."
"Sh, he's coming this way," Moirine took Mari's hand and they tried their best to stare lovingly into each other's eyes as their target passed them on his way to the bathroom. As the door slammed shut, they dropped the act.
"How long can we keep this up?"
"As long as possible," Dee answered from behind them. They looked at each other and rolled their eyes. It would be a long night.
burgers
“Yes, it’s very nice, Detective Llewelyn.”
“See? I told you.” Detective Burrell frowned and swatted at her, Detective Llewelyn leaning back enough that she missed. Llewelyn threw a fry at her. Burrell kicked her under the table. At the table behind them, Sergeant Dee turned around and subjected both detectives to her silencing, accusatory stare. “She started it.”
“I don’t care who started it,” Dee said. “I’ll be the one to finish it if the two of you don’t pull yourselves together.”
“Some dinner date this is,” Mari mumbled.
“It’s not a dinner date,” Moirine said. “This is a stake-out. What kind of adult would take their date to a burger joint?”
“A reasonably priced burger joint,” Mari corrected.
"I swear to god," Dee muttered through gritted teeth behind them.
"Ha!" Said Mari. "It's a steak out. Get it? Steak? Steak? Like the food? Steak?"
"I hate you," Moirine told her. "I do. I really do."
"You're my everything."
"Are you being serious or not?"
"Would I really confess my love for you at a burger joint?"
"A reasonably priced burger joint."
"I wouldn't steak any bets on our future. Maybe I don't have a big steak in this. Don't burger on it."
"You're losing it."
"That really was weak. Sorry, I got confused, the perp walked in and I was concerned with looking natural."
"He's the guy with the grey wig?"
"Yeah."
"I was wondering why Cosimo hadn't strangled you."
"She's sent me a lot of angry texts," Detective Llewelyn was watching their target in her compact mirror, pretending to adjust her hair as he was shown to a seat behind them. Burrell could keep both her partner and the target in view at the same time, if she angled herself slightly.
"Are you playing footsie with me?"
"A little." Llewelyn shrugged. "We're supposed to be a couple, right?"
"In a burger joint."
"A reasonably priced burger joint."
"Let it go."
"You're cold," Mari paused. "Frozen, even. Ow! Don't kick me under the table!"
"Oh shush, I didn't do that." Moirine took her shoes off under the table and clumsily propelled her toes into Mari's shin trying to play footsie.
"Ouch!"
"Sorry, okay!"
"Gently, gently!"
"Alright, alright..."
"This is the weirdest job ever."
"Sh, he's coming this way," Moirine took Mari's hand and they tried their best to stare lovingly into each other's eyes as their target passed them on his way to the bathroom. As the door slammed shut, they dropped the act.
"How long can we keep this up?"
"As long as possible," Dee answered from behind them. They looked at each other and rolled their eyes. It would be a long night.