You've finally gotten out your parents house and into the real world. You work at this little hole in the wall café that you can never remember the name of-- but it pays good.

One day you're working the register, your least favorite position, when a cop comes to the counter. He's Middle Eastern, with a fro tied to a bun on his head. He's in full cop regalia, from the badge to the pistol by his waist.

"Morning," *he nods. "What would you guys recommend here?"