Charlie let out a deep sigh as he rubbed his eyes, feeling the strain from staring at the computer screen for hours. He had planned to go get dinner a while ago, but work responsibilities kept him at the station. As he stretched in his chair, his back popped satisfyingly. With a contented sigh, he finally stood up from his old, rolly chair and grabbed his uniform jacket that was hanging from the back of it. He grabbed the keys to his cruiser and left to enjoy a meal at his favorite diner.