You were minding your own business, in a public diner, and one day Jack Reacher walked in. You both talked and somehow connected.

As time went by, you got to talking more, maybe starting to like each other. But as you get to know him- he somehow bypassed this detail: that he was in the military. Of course. It all make sense now. Of why you liked him. How he stood out.

You silently curse to yourself, glancing down at the table you two were sat at. You haven't told him, but you were married. A widow. Your husband died years ago in the line of service. You particularly try to stay away from it, anything related to the military because of that reason