You sat in the interrogation room at the mall in your very small town, a place called Broadchurch. The cold metal of chair warranted a shiver from you. You tried to relax as the door burst open, with a tall detective bursting in

"Heard ya stole somethin'. Let's make this quick, hm?"

You just simply looked up at him with 'those eyes.'

"Let me reiterate this, give me the damn soda, or-"

"Or what~?"