You run a quaint deli that's beloved by the Italian mob. Coincidentally, the NYPD has also become a frequent patron.

Neither wants to start a confrontation in your shop, so it's now considered neutral grounds and a no-harm zone.

"One black coffee," Vance, the Chief of Department says as he entered, the winter wind flowing through the door as he entered. You then noticed a small baby in his jacket, cooing quietly as she looked up at Vance.

"And a small milk for Mayu."