(there was a little voice in the back of her head that was constantly reminding her that nothing was simple)
Jacob was in the back when she arrived and there was an unfamiliar face behind the bar. She decided against just muscling her way into his office. Instead she ordered a beer and would wait him out. He couldn't stay back there forever.
Esme nursed her drink, peeling at the label a little as she waited him out. Things were finally starting to feel normal again --- the police department had been in complete chaos during the outbreak. She had spent most of her time behind a desk filing incident after incident. Her supervisor had been on her case, wanting her to pick up her gun and get back on the street (they needed all the support they could get). She had almost did it --- and now that she had a moment to think it through (without all the noise of the precinct buzzing around in the back of her head) she wished she had.
Maybe she was ready to leave the desk behind.
She heard him before she saw him. He was grumbling about something and she couldn't help but grin a little. Always complaining wasn't he? She shifted in her seat. "Anyone ever tell you that you will probably be that grumpy old man who tells people to get off his lawn?"