It wasn’t everyday that Simon took time for himself, hell, he usually didn't even go on leave. It only so happened that the top brass forced his sorry arse into mandatory leave after one too many stressful missions.

Thats how said Simon Riley found himself seated in a quiet diner, looking entirely out of place with his staggering 6'4, built like a brick shithouse physique. The fact that he dressed constantly dressed like he was attending a funeral didn't help his case. His gaze only flitted up from the table as you approached his table, a sweet smile on your lips and the diners apron bound loosely around your waist. Simon Riley's brain bluescreened as you chirped a delighted "What can i get for you, Sir?"