Saphora vol.1 Retention

by Jaz Johnson

“Geez, what were you guys doing in there, having a picnic?” Roland asked, pushing himself off the wall he was leaning on when he saw Glover and Saphora come out of the room.

  “Just having a conversation like normal people,” Glover responded, while Saphora refused to even acknowledge the question. She stared down the hallway with dread, waiting for them to take her to Officer Johnson, who had been said to have questions. Roland scoffed, crossing his arms.

  “I bet there wasn’t nothing normal about it,” he challenged, giving a once over Saphora. “Johnson had to step out. So I guess you got lucky today.”

  “So I can leave?” she asked.

  “You seem eager to get out of here,” Roland pointed out.

  “This isn’t exactly my favorite place to hang out. Not to mention the company sucks,” Saphora spat, glancing up at Glover in consideration before adding, “Most of it, anyway,” and looking back at Roland.

  “What, you spend twenty minutes in a room together and suddenly you’re best friends? What’d you guys do, fuck?”

  “Roland,” Glover groaned and Saphora rolled her eyes, looking away from him.

  “Can I leave or not?” Saphora asked again.

  “Yeah, sure. I’ll drop you off, your highness,” Roland sloppily offered, popping his gum. Glover shook his head and stepped forward.

  “No, I’ll take her home.” Roland smiled, shrugging his shoulders.

  “What, you jealous? You guys dating now?” Saphora scoffed, and started walking down the hallway towards the lobby of the station. Glover jabbed his hand at Roland’s shoulder warningly.

  “I will taze you,” he warned in a low voice.

  “Come on, you got her to talk? About what?” Roland asked in a voice that was almost as low. Glover shook his head, chuckling and putting his hands on his hips as he watched Saphora get closer to the lobby. “Well?” Roland stressed. Glover turned back to look at his anxious partner.

  “You want to know what we talked about?” Glover asked, crossing his arms and leaning towards Roland. He chuckled, and started walking away. “We talked about our common distaste for you,” he called out as he laughed. Roland stood there, appalled.

  “Well I’m glad you two found something in common,” he somewhat shouted.

  Glover rushed over to catch up with Saphora before she could reach the front doors.

  “So, are you going home or am I bringing you somewhere else?” Glover asked generously. Saphora looked up at him, before walking out of the lobby and onto the pavement.

  “I really have no problem walking home,” Saphora insisted, not slowing down when he followed behind her.

  “Nonsense. Please, let me bring you home. I insist,” Glover pressed. Saphora sighed, stopping in her path.

  “What is it with you guys and needing to take me home? I’m a grown woman.”

  “It’s a code,” answered Glover. Saphora tilted her head up, holding back the urge to scoff at the answer.

  “Oh, right. It’s expected of police, right? Tell you what. You can not, and say you did. It’ll be our little secret,” Saphora offered, winking and starting to walk again. But Glover kept up with her, shaking his head in disagreement.

  “Not a code of work. But a code of being a gentlemen,” Glover clarified. Saphora laughed harshly.

  “Right, because Roland is the perfect gentleman.” Glover shrugged.

  “Alright, maybe he was following a different code.”

  “Or maybe he just wanted to get in Fran’s pants.”

  “Alright. What’s it going to take for you to let me bring you home?” Saphora thought, her brows raising at the opportunity to gain something.

  “Answers.”

  “Answers. To what questions?”

  “Any that I have during the ride.” Glover grinned, tilting his head to the side in amusement, his hands on his hips.

  “Alright, fine. Answers.” Saphora smirked.

  “It’s the red one, right?” she asked, changing her path to walk towards the red Chevy that was parked a little ways away in the parking lot. Glover laughed, shaking his head as he followed.