With His Uniform On
On his trip back from some call-outs in the area, Baker decided to stop at the restaurant. He pulled his cruiser up and, lucky to find the parking lot, pushed through the doorways. His face seemed strict. The whole restaurant was full of the aura of his appearance. Baker was indeed a large, big guy, and he seemed to embody power with his uniform on.
With His Uniform On
All Smiles
For all the best reasons, they were all looking at him now. With a smiling face and with honor, he was approached. Suddenly, even the expressions of all the employees and the person at the checkout, who is now slightly more attentive, lightened up. She greeted him with a smiling face which, once she had gradually identified him, had begun to fade. Formalities for dumping, the manager, requested.
All Smiles
