Thank god for a short recess. Noelle's backside had fallen asleep during one of the most ridiculous court proceeding she'd been forced to sit through yet. The defendant just would not give up on trying to get out of his traffic tickets and would not stop talking. Seemed like somebody had seen Mr. Smith Goes To Washington one too many times... Some people just couldn't resist making a mountain out of a mole hill. The judge had finally gotten sick of it, or had simply decided he was hungry and had let everyone go until the next day. Truthfully, traffic court wasn't usually so exciting, but since the man was a repeat offender, and was just generally a bit touched in the head, it had become a bit more interesting. The problem was that it was taking forever.
Noelle sighed as she inhaled the last bit of her sandwich. She hadn't realized how hungry she'd been until food passed her lips. For a moment she was quite content. That is, until a sudden squealing of tires and loud metal crunch outside of the cafe assaulted her ears. She scooped up her purse and notebook and rushed out the door. If she could be the first on the scene of an accident, she'd have the story, right? It wasn't that far removed from writing about traffic court. Was it wrong that she was excited? She surveyed the damage and felt a slight twinge of guilt as she headed to the crowd of people gathered to watch. Hoping that someone had seen the whole thing, she was about to start asking around for a bit of information when she spotted Adam. Shouldn't he have been pulling people out of cars and gathering statements? Filling out paperwork? Anything?
"Off duty or something?" She asked with a small nudge of her elbow to his arm.