To LaMesha’s surprise, Jolene’s joyful demeanor flipped to anger as soon as she said: “Jioni.” She had her hands on her hips, and she violently rocked back and forth. Her demeanor remained in this agitated state even after LaMesha had stopped talking.
“Which park? Can you show me where?” Jolene demanded as she grabbed LaMesha’s shoulders.
LaMesha glared at the invasive hand.
Jolene sweated nervously and removed them.
“Yeah, follow me,” LaMesha replied. She dusted off her uniform.
LaMesha had a hunch that Jolene was abusing her service: there was no way after all this time; she didn’t know where the park was. LaMesha remained stone face, and she sped walk in that direction, giving Jolene no time to react as LaMesha sprinted without her.
