Jane waved her hand, as if wiping the cop comment away. It was a reaction she was used to, though in this instance she knew the speaker meant no malice or belittlement by it. Jane's cop instincts and, even more so, her female intuition told her that Shelby didn't mean anything by it and was simply trying to make friendly conversation.
"Sergeant Rusten," Jane said and, after a moment, added, "Jane."
Jane had no doubt that Gram's confections were more than enough to win the BPD's favor but she was certain that the Shelby standing behind the counter didn't hurt sales none either. She had a sneaking suspicion that if her coworkers did manage to mosey down here that Shelby, with her charming, effervescent personality and tight, petite frame, would end up being a popular topic of conversation in the bullpen.
"Oh, I plan on rubbing this bag in their faces as much as I can before I devour the maple bacon thingy," Jane said, listening to the sound of the espresso machine ebbing. Shelby handed the tiny cup to the cop and after a perfunctory blow to the top in an attempt to cool the drink, Jane took a sip.
"Holy shit, I fucking love you," Jane said to the cup before turning her attention back to Shelby. "This is a huge problem. I told myself I wasn't going to be the sort of cop to come down to the doughnut shop every morning. You're gonna make a liar out of me. A civil servant special is only going to make things worse. You should charge me double so I don't end up living here."