An Inspector Javert: A Short Story

Smoothing out my clothes, I was about to meet the infamous and intelligent Inspector Javert at the cafe. Being a prodigy detective at the age of seventeen, he was impressive. I sat down on my seat and waited for him. As soon as the Inspector arrived, he ordered tea.
"Hello, I am Inspector Javert. Nice to meet you," he politely announced, shaking my hand. He wore a casual shirt, light blue polo, blue jeans, and a light jacket, which was from The North Face. He had an orderly beige briefcase, and from what I noticed, everything seemed in place.
"Hello, enchanted," I replied, "Are you ready; What is your full name?"
"It is Lyon Javert, but you can call me Lyon if you wish, Inspector seems a bit too long," he offered, taking a sip from his cup.

The creamy white walls supported four dark brown full bookshelves. He had a bulletin board on his wall crowded with pictures; I assumed that it was his family and friends. He also had one motivational poster, colored bright blue, surrounded by gray drawers.
"Yes, thanks for pointing that out," he spoke sarcastically. "If you were wondering why I have a prominent poster, which I know you are since I am an exceptional inspector, my friends put it up while I was out."
Trying not to look surprised I attempted to keep a straight face, but I know I did not do it well when I glanced at him when he grinned at me. "Yeah, I was thinking that" I muttered nonchalantly "but I was also wondering why you have a picture of your room on your phone"
"I was about to answer that," he answered. Rolling my eyes, I scoffed at his attitude. "My friends were wondering how my room appeared like with the poster on the wall, so I took the picture, sent it to them, and neglected to delete it," Lyon pointed out, looking at me like it was obvious.
"Well, that is all the time for today's interview." I acknowledged, gathering my papers, standing up, and praising the café owners for their delicious