"That's because Capper would never think of anything amazing like that. Police chiefs have a tough time cutting loose, thinking outside of the box" he said sagely as if this were pure, unadulterated truth.
Michael hadn't even noticed any other girls around. Whenever he used to waltz into Megan's bookstore, he would smile and wink at the help and continue to speak with Meg.
"There are many, many nice girls," the brunette confided, taking hold of his coffee cup and stealing a small sip. He clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as if it evenly distributed the sweetness, "that's the problem," he smiled.