Jane had almost worn her uniform to the opening of the new doughnut shop but, at the last moment, thought better of it. She could suffer all the slings and arrows and shit talking about the Austin police department but falling prey to the "doughnut eating cop" stereotype was a bit too much for the sergeant this early in the morning. She sported civvies (airy tank top, holey jeans, tough boots) and planned to change when she got to the station but vowed to herself that the next time she frequented the Doughnut Hole she'd be decked out in her blues and shield. Jane shrugged off the leather jacket she wore to protect herself while riding and placed her motorcycle helmet on the floor by her feet. She looked up as the pert, cheery blond from behind the counter addressed her.
"Espresso," Jane replied, happy that she had another form of caffeine available to her besides the crappy tar the precinct passed off as coffee. She turned her gaze from the proprietor's pretty, wholesome face to the pastries. "Holy shit, is that maple bacon? Yeah, I definitely need one of those and throw in whatever doughnut is your fave."
Jane looked around; the place was pretty packed. Not that she expected any less. Austin was hard up for eating establishments. She was pretty shocked and stoked she'd managed to snag a seat at the crowded counter.
"Pretty banging turn out for your grand opening," Jane remarked, feeling more conversational than normal at the prospect of introducing fresh baked treats back into her diet after a 3 year hiatus. She watched the girl behind the counter prep her drink.