Detective Rosa Diaz (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
died8yearsago) wrote2018-10-14 05:46 pm
died8yearsago) wrote2018-10-14 05:46 pm
Outside Some Phone Store in Brooklyn, NY; Sunday Afternoon [1014].
So, fun fact: apparently, knocking your phone on a stone Grecian table out of frustration over a dead battery was a good way to not only have a dead battery, but also to get your phone broken, as Rosa found out soon after returning to a land of electricity and trying to juice her phone back up again. So there was a bit of a detour in the plan to pick up her dog.
The phone was salvageable; that was the good news. At least she wouldn't have to go through the trouble of getting a new one or a new number, because that would just be a hassle, and clearly the only reason she was relieved about it. It definitely did not have anything with an unfortunately timed text that she was deeply regretting, nor did it have anything to do with whatever response that text had garnered that went subsequently ignored, and it definitely didn't have anything to do with it driving her crazy what that response (or any other responses in response to her lack of response) might have been.
Obviously. Why would she even care? She only needed her phone back ASAP in case there were any....you know...emergencies.
No emergencies, and only one missed text. That was...good, right? No angry tirades at her, but also no pressing inquiries. Bracing herself and then scolding herself for thinking there was anything to brace herself for, she opened up the text.
Actually, I wanted to say drinks are on me on Tuesday, since you paid for that plane.
"That's it?" Something she already knew? Of course she was going to be buying drinks on Tuesday, that was kind of already a given. And then Rosa glared at the text with even more irritation over the fact that it was so stupid, it nearly made her have to waltz right back into the shop for breaking her phone again.
"You idiot," she murmured, shaking her head, pocketing the phone, heading over to her bike.
Whether that was addressed to herself or to the sender of the text, she still wasn't quite sure, but she was going to try to forget about it as she sped over to Holt's to finally get her dog.
[[Mostly establishishy. I am bored at work and it is way too easy for me to entertain myself. NFB for distance, obvs, but, hey, her phone works again if anyone wants to get in touch ]]
The phone was salvageable; that was the good news. At least she wouldn't have to go through the trouble of getting a new one or a new number, because that would just be a hassle, and clearly the only reason she was relieved about it. It definitely did not have anything with an unfortunately timed text that she was deeply regretting, nor did it have anything to do with whatever response that text had garnered that went subsequently ignored, and it definitely didn't have anything to do with it driving her crazy what that response (or any other responses in response to her lack of response) might have been.
Obviously. Why would she even care? She only needed her phone back ASAP in case there were any....you know...emergencies.
No emergencies, and only one missed text. That was...good, right? No angry tirades at her, but also no pressing inquiries. Bracing herself and then scolding herself for thinking there was anything to brace herself for, she opened up the text.
Actually, I wanted to say drinks are on me on Tuesday, since you paid for that plane.
"That's it?" Something she already knew? Of course she was going to be buying drinks on Tuesday, that was kind of already a given. And then Rosa glared at the text with even more irritation over the fact that it was so stupid, it nearly made her have to waltz right back into the shop for breaking her phone again.
"You idiot," she murmured, shaking her head, pocketing the phone, heading over to her bike.
Whether that was addressed to herself or to the sender of the text, she still wasn't quite sure, but she was going to try to forget about it as she sped over to Holt's to finally get her dog.
[[Mostly establishishy. I am bored at work and it is way too easy for me to entertain myself. NFB for distance, obvs, but, hey, her phone works again if anyone wants to get in touch ]]