Morning

The crisp, cold air of the November breeze hit my cold face. I was about to make my last paper delivery when I heard something behind me. Miss, Hello miss? he asked. I turned around to be met by a police officer. Yes officer? I asked. Ma'am, my name is Officer Good. And who might you be? he asked. Officer Good, huh? You sure you're not officer Bad? I asked with a playful smile. He laughed. Flirty are we, princess? he asked with a smirk. Nope. I said walking up to the last doorstep and placing the paper there. So, you're just delivering paper's huh? he asked. I nodded. All day, everyday. I said. That isn't illegal, right? I asked curiously. He shook his head. Nah, not at all. he replied. Good. I said with a smile. He laughed. Really hung up on that bad thing huh? he asked. I shrugged and laughed as two guy's in uniform walked up to us. Ey Jon, we need to take this one? the tall one with his hair slicked back in a bun asked. The one with blond and black hair came behind me and cuffed me.