The Drink
Sharon sat down at their usual table in the way she always did and waited.
Within a few moments he was there again, somewhat dressed for the occasion. He seemed not quite used to wearing civilian clothes yet, or so she thought while he came over carrying her favorite scotch. "So, how was your day?" The gravel in his voice gave her both chills and a delightful inner warmth at the same time. Somehow she still couldn't shake the feeling she had seen him before, somewhere.
This wasn't their first meeting.
That first time they met something had clicked and they had talked, for hours. He told her his name was Bill. She dug his last name, Adama, out of him. The lack of resistance was interesting.
Then there was small talk, followed by their respective careers where he surprised her by telling her he was retired from the Navy (he didn't dare to tell her which one though) and now a consultant for a high tech defense firm.
She, in turn, couldn't figure out why he wasn't surprised that she was a cop. It seemed as if he didn't care, and he just liked her for who she was. From there on out the topics shifted from divorces and separations to children. He told her about his two boys and his semi official daughter. In turn she had told him how Rusty came to be in her life.
Somewhere somehow something started that caused them to come back to that bar and that table and just talk. It seemed a mutual longing that both needed to have.
And now he could see the worry etched on her face "Trouble?" He felt like he was reading his favorite book when he met her but now the pages seemed to have turned to the parts with bad tidings.
" Remember Rusty?"
Her table partner took a quiet sip of his own drink. "Your ward?" At least that was what he figured that the kid was.
She nodded "My ward." and went on "DNA testing found a relative and they had a meeting. I found him back at my place yesterday, with a black eye and a bloody lip." She noticed his worried look.
"Don't worry I fixed him up and besides, the guys on the floor like Rusty. Once this gets out..." It was a hint even he would understand. The cops over here weren't unlike the fleet or what was left of it, in that aspect.
"Other then that, I've had a normal working day, Bill."
He smiled. Yes, life was good now.
