With His Uniform On
Baker decided to stop at the restaurant on his way back from some sort of call-out in the area. He pulled his cruiser up and pushed through the doorways, lucky to find the parking lot. His face appeared strict. The entire restaurant was loaded with the aura of his appearance. Baker was indeed a large, big guy, and with his uniform on, he seemed to embody power.
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, as well as the person at the checkout, who is now somewhat more attentive, suddenly lightened up. She greeted him with a smiling face that began to gradually fade once she had identified him. He asked for the manager, disregarding formalities.
All Smiles
