Rowbin sighed softly as he sat in the booth at the back of the diner, looking at some files on the table before him. His tired eyes tried to focus on the dimly lit crime scene photos before him but it was pointless. He needed sleep. Or another two cups of coffee.

“Another refill Mr. Rowbin?” His baby blues immediately looked up at the sound of your angelic voice filled with concern.

“Just in time Doll, I am running low.” He said with a soft smile, lifting his mug for you to refill.