Who: Hal and Fiona
Where: Hal's car, outside the SOFD
When: 8pmish
It didn't take Hal long to find a proper shirt and drive back into Scarlet Oaks proper. It was still too bloody warm, even getting on in the evening. So he'd dressed lightly, in a pair of dark blue dockers and light blue polo shirt.
He couldn't help but wonder if Fiona had been serious about chatting him up. He had only been jesting, she was working after all. And they were going to be in his car, which was no proper privacy at all. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd had sex in a car. Likely uni, since Jenny hadn't been one for sex in public places. Wouldn't even take her shirt off until they were alone.
Still, he wasn't assuming and really, he just needed someone to vent to and distract him a bit. Fiona seemed all to willing to do just that, and already had really.
Hal pulled up in front the firehouse and parked, leaning over to dig his pack of Benson and Hedges Silver out of his bag. He didn't smoke very often, but when he was stressed, it helped him relax. He stepped from the car, feeding the meter before lighting up. Then he sent Fiona a text letting her know he was there.
For the hundredth time since he'd met the woman, he found himself wondering how the hell he'd ended up where he was, doing what he was. But he really couldn't find it in his heart to complain too much.