Xavier kept going back to his phone to make sure he didn't miss a text, even though he knew it had been close enough to hear the entire day.  He was just anxious in both a positive and negative way, eager to learn what was going on, but also dreading some possible outcomes.  He read the text quickly, then once again more slowly.  'Coffee?'  He said to himself, simple but still sort of complicated.  It wasn't like the chief of police could be seen just socializing with a 17 year old girl, or boy for that matter, especially when the chief was married and his wife no where about.<br/><br/>He thought about it a bit the responded.<br/>"Meet me at the station.<br/>How do you like your coffee?  "<br/><br/>It was a simple enough plan, hiding in plain site.  He would call it a career day or something like that.  He headed towards the station, stopping for coffee to go and was soon at the station.  He set both coffees, on his desk and waited anxiously for them to arrive.  He would keep the desk between them, not signs of anything out of the ordinary, but they could talk privately enough, the cameras didn't have sound on them.<br/><br/>He felt more like the prisoner in his own office, waiting to hear the judgement of his wife from a kid he had barely known but was as sexually aroused by as he was anyone since he first married Abigail.  This was going to be tough to keep his hands off of them.