She laughed, shaking her head fondly at him. "I'm surprised it took them this long," she said, "from what I know of them, coffee is basically the lifeblood of police officers."
It wasn't hard for her to decide what she wanted, and by the time the waitress returned with their drinks, she had already slid her menu to the edge of the table. "I can't speak for him," she teased, "but I think I'm ready to order." She smiled up at the waitress, "The lemon merengue tart, with one scoop each of the blood orange and grapefruit sorbet." Then turned to Michael, "Try not to order everything on the menu, darling."