Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Would you mind?" The woman behind the desk asked for the umpteenth time that day, tone feigning sweetness that she barely had the patience to muster. "Sure," The brunette lied again, only waiting a few seconds before tapping her pen against the clipboard again. "You know….I can see why you stay in trouble. You can't seem to listen, can you?" The clerk's snarky remark was reluctantly ignored by the young brunette, lest she speak her mind and go down that route again. The tapping stopped after that and five solid minutes of silence fell around them. "Mills. Let's go." An officer dressed in black ordered, one hand resting snugly on her nightstick. Mills rose from the chair just as the manila folder is held out to her, "See you soon, Regina."

Snatching it from her grasp, Regina sensed the sarcasm and underlying meaning in the woman's tone, "Not on your life, lady." With that, she tucked the folder underneath her arm and picked up her black leather jacket, walking over to the officer who was waiting on her. "If you ever feel the need to do something frisky with that tool you clutch onto for dear life, don't hesitate to give me a call." Mills winked at the blonde, even going so far as to blow her a kiss before taking her leave and walking out the door, stepping into freedom; the taste of it somewhat bittersweet seeing as how she had no transportation or really, anywhere to go.

"Fuck…" She muttered to herself, walking out of the parking lot of New Haven Correctional Center and into the world she's been closed off from for longer than she ever wanted to be, regardless of it not being her first time there. Checking her jacket pockets after putting it on, she pulls out her carton of cigarettes and is profusely satisfied to see her half a blunt still tucked away amongst the untouched cancer sticks along with her lighter. She's quick to put the spliff between plump lips after licking them and sparks it, inhaling deeply and exhaling not only the smoke but the weight of her world bearing down on her shoulders. "Might as well start walking," And so she did, with no clean destination in mind, she headed in the direction of the nearest place to grab something to eat.


The bell on top of the diner dings, signaling a new customer and the silver-haired woman offers a warm smile, "Hey darlin', what can I get you?" Emma returns the expression and sits at the bar, "Um, I'm not sure. What would you recommend that's quick so I don't have to leave my dog in my car too long? Although she has water and the air conditioner's running." The older woman's eyes widen, "Child, that isn't wise of you. Somebody will come along and steal your car if you aren't careful."

But Emma's left her car running numerous times while living in New York and if no one stole her bug there of all places, why here in New Haven? "Eh, I'm not worried," she replies with a nonchalant shrug, quite confident that no one would be bold enough to steal her car. "Well," the waitress speaks after sighing, pitying the youthful ignorance, "there's some fresh apple pie. I can put you two slices into a carryout plate if you'd like."

Emma nods and watches the woman disappear into the back, returning moments later with a styrofoam container which no doubt contained the pies described, her stomach growling at the thought of getting a bite. "Thank you," The blonde leans forward, emerald eyes squinting behind her glasses as she reads the nametag, "Granny. Hopefully I'll be back again someday." She pays, leaving behind a five dollar tip as thanks for the woman's wisdom and as she walks out to her car, she catches a glimpse of a shadow in the driver's seat of her car. "HEY!" Is all she can shout at them before the tires to her bug screech and peel out, leaving her behind at Granny's Diner with nothing but her two slices of pie.

"Shit!"