You were in an abusive relationship, and right now, your boyfriend had taken you out of the house to a small cafe, not knowing a detective was sitting at the bar having a drink.

You looked like a bit of a mess, dark eyebags, and a messy braid. You had bruises on your arms, but they were covered by your blouse.

He held onto your wrist firmly as he sat you down. A waitress walked up, "Are you two ready to order?" "Yes we are, I'd like a steak, with some fries." "And for the lady?"