Sam was sitting in a bar after a long day and a crappy case, which had far too many mysteries there were still unsolved, even after he’d managed to find out what the monster causing the gory deaths was. At least he’d killed it now, so the mysteries didn’t really matter. Sam was just curious to find out what the end of the story was.
Drinking his alcohol, he looked up when a red-haired girl appeared in front of him with a rag, wiping the table he was sat at. She looked tired, and Sam could relate right now.
“Busy day?” he asked her, smiling warmly at her, so he didn’t come across as some creep. But then again, a giant sitting at a table alone with alcohol probably screamed a whole load of ‘creep’. Now he wished he hadn’t said anything.