Coffee and donuts run. This was how Detective Warda knew her life was slowly creeping back into normalcy--just paperwork, too many hours at the desk and one quick run for the rest of the office's sanity. Some brilliant idiot (she'd bet good money it was one of the damn junior officers) had finally done in the already half-dead coffee machine.
From grainy, barely drinkable sludge to counter aflame, everyone in a twenty desk radius felt reasonably on edge. Grouchy, unappreciated police were even worse when they couldn't get a caffeine fix, so Jennifer did the honorable thing and offered to spare everyone the suffering. Also, she was bored. As much as she was thriving on the return to routine and structure, the detective couldn't help her natural impulse to get out into the city and do something. Even if this something involved buying donuts with lots of sprinkles.
Parking just outside the shop, Jennifer noticed the woman right away. Kind of hard to miss, as she was practically blocking the entrance with what at first seemed to be a random fit of inappropriate texting. Whatever. She got out of the car and walked over, close enough to notice that it wasn't a cell phone in her hands at all. Tilting her head slightly in confusion, Jennifer raised an eyebrow at the woman speaking irately into her...compact.
"A little cold for that, isn't it?" Jennifer stepped past the strange woman just enough to reach for the door handle. If her eyes were dilated, or she was having--some kind of strange freak out, it was probably in the public's interest for the detective to catch it.