one more cup of coffee for the road | (coops)

[lucency]

There are certain perks to having someone else's wallet.

Not the money that might be stored in there; in all honestly, Belle hasn't even touched it. It could be three dollars or fifty for all she knows. No, it's more along the lines of identification. Contact information. The telephone number of a certain Special Agent Dale Cooper. That sort of thing.

Truthfully, her father and his connections could have likely had it back to him the same evening that he dropped it, if she'd told him. Or even handed it to one of the other guards working that evening. But Belle had decided to take matters into her own hands regarding this, call him up herself, completely innocuously arrange a meeting.

She hadn't been expecting breakfast, necessarily, but it's not something she's going to complain about. And she waits patiently outside, just as planned, wallet tucked safely into the purse that she has slung over her shoulder. She's not going to be the one to lose it.

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[coops]

To be completely honest, Cooper hadn't realized he was missing his wallet until the following morning. He was too busy being completely enamored with his new acquaintance. Not to mention that by the time he got home, he was completely exhausted and went straight to bed. It was way past his preferred bedtime.

He was relieved to receive the call from Miss Belle. But that relief turned into butterflies instead. Forget about the wallet. She wanted to see him again? After making a complete fool out of himself? Oh boy.

He says they should meet at this little diner. It's got the best pie in town.

When he jogs up to the door, he's surprised to see her already waiting. "I didn't keep you waiting too long, did I?" he asks, looking a bit guilty.