With His Uniform On
Baker decided to stop by on his journey back from some kind of call-out in the restaurant area. Lucky to find parking, he pulled his cruiser up and pushed through the doorways. His face looked strict. The aura of his appearance loaded the whole restaurant. Baker was indeed a broad, big guy, and he seemed to embody power with his uniform on.
With His Uniform On
All Smiles
They were all looking at him now for all the best reasons. He was approached with a smiling face and with honor. Even the expressions of all the staff and the person at the checkout, who is now somewhat more attentive, suddenly lightened up. She greeted him with a smiling face that began to fade once she had identified him gradually. Dumping formalities, he requested the manager.
All Smiles
