Chapitre 39: Saskatchewan: I

Chyler opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Aria, sitting by the table, sprawled on a chair, with one of her legs on the seat of the second one, munching on lollipop, drinking something that wasn't a coffee. And Toussaint doubted it was a tea either. She gave herself a moment to observe the frown on Callaghan's face, the focus she had in her eyes, the mess her dark hair were at the moment, as if she didn't bother to even learn what a comb was.

"You made coffee?" she asked, moving to the edge of the bed, but her partner just scoffed.

"Last time I checked, I was working for Richmond's Police Department, not for Hard Rock Café." She shrugged, ostentatiously slurping whatever she had in her mug. Chyler huffed.