“That is what I feel,” he said, a bit of his accent coming in with the last two words. He tried so hard to suppress it, to sound like he didn’t have one, but it was always obvious. He just wasn’t as thickly accented as some of the others. “I feel like that, and it’s taken me a while to understand it. I’ve lived all my life having work as a top priority. Now I have something—or rather, someone else— as top priority.”
“And I love you. If this is what love truly feels like.” He furrows his brow, and in a comical sort of way he placed his hand over his heart. “I am new to it.”
And the smile grew in strength. He reached up and gently wound a lock of her flaxen hair around his own finger.
He looked up at her, and wondered what he could do to show her that she did make him happy. But when she mentions ‘smiles’, he does so. He smiles, a rare thing for the German born man, strict with business and all about work. But he smiles for her.
No words spoken. None would be needed. A smile was all he needed to give her, just to answer her question.
Officer Meyer rarely laughed. It was truly a miracle if anyone got the man to smile. But scowling all the time didn’t mean he was angry. It was just a force of habit to scowl and frown, as if the world was gloomy and dark.
He glanced down at his paperwork. It could wait.
Pushing back his chair, he went over to her and sat down. Picking the cat up, he put her on his lap, tenderly stroking her head.
“You did not hurt my feelings.” He was really confused. He looked at her, wondering what she was doing. “…you’re in a trickster mood, tonight, aren’t you?”
“Then put in a notice of a crime, and put it on my desk. I shall examine it.”
“I am not sure if I am correct in this assumption,” he began slowly, “but I believe you are making fun of me.”
He didn’t sound upset or angry at her for doing so. He was actually, truly puzzled.
“If you put in an official report of the crime, I can look into it. Otherwise I do not have much information to go on. What base is affected?”