Disclaimer: The following is a fan based work of fiction that combines elements of the anime Tokyo Ghoul and characters from the show Tokyo Ghoul. Neither of which I own. The only character I own is Anita Taggit.

The smile that she wore was small but it was genuine, clearly she was glad to be doing her job unlike most young people.

"How are we today, gents? Are we ready to order?" She asked. John was the first to order, giving one last looks at Sherlock and clearing his throat.

"Good morning, dear. I'll just have a small cappuccino and one BLT please". John returned her smile and looked over at Sherlock seeing that his flat mate's eyes were more focused on something behind John than giving his order to their waitress. She too took notice of this and gently inquired the consulting detective.

"Sir, are you ready to order?" She asked. Anita then looked followed his stare to see that he was watching the TV that for some reason had been set to mute, but was turned to a news broadcast about another grisly murder; possibly the work of another ghoul. Without looking at either John or Anita, Sherlock relayed what he wanted.

"Tea. Black with two sugars....and whatever the murderer of that poor soul was having". As he said this, Sherlock gestured a single finger to the television and the image of the blood stained sheet that covered the corpse. He also had the pleasure of experiencing a harsh kick to the calf from the former soldier sitting across from him.

"He's just joking dear. Pay him no mind". John's words of reassurance were met with silence as Anita's smile was now gone and in it's place was an expression of mild discomfort.

"I don't know about that last thing, but I'll be back soon with your orders'. She said with her smile back on her lips again; only this one wasn't as genuine as before. With that, she turned on her heels and made her way to the other side of the counter. John once again traded smiles with their waitress until he decided to look at the consulting detective with a less happy gaze.

"What was that about? Now she probably thinks that she's servicing a ghoul". Said John slightly irritated. Sherlock was now more surprised expression as opposed to his previous stoic, countenance while he watched TV.

"Just a little bit of dark humor for an even darker period of time". He said as thought he was talking about the weather. John could only shake his head and let out a mild sigh.

"Whatever. I would tell you to keep it to yourself, but silence isn't exactly part of your vernacular, even with that oversized mind of yours". Those words alone silenced the consulting detective, despite the fact that he looked like a kicked puppy.

15 minutes went by and the two flat mates spent it eating their food as Anita brought it out to them, watching TV, and even witnessing a minor altercation between Anita and some of the other patrons in the café. Specifically two men. One was a dirty blonde with green eyes and thick stubble, who seemed a bit rough around the edges; the other was a redhead with equally green eyes and a small bit of freckles on the bridge of his nose.

Both Sherlock and John took quick notice of the men's postures and builds and came to the conclusion that they were both former soldiers. The blonde seemed eager to get Anita's number, asking her when her shift ended, and telling her how pretty she was. Meanwhile his friend just sized up her appearance. On more than one occasion, John witnessed the blonde guy observing Anita's rear end each time that she walked past their table. His hands seemed eager to reach out and grab it, but instead he settled with a fairly large tip, a lecherous grin, and wink in her direction. Eventually, he and his friend left the establishment.

On the outside, Anita seemed to hold it together well, but John's military training regarding body language told him that her blood must have been boiling at the unwanted flirtation. Sherlock deduced the same thing, but neither of them wanted to start an altercation, especially if nothing major was happening. When she came back with their bill, John was quick to come to her aid.

"Hey, we saw what was going on with those guys. Is everything alright?" He asked. Anita shook her head and exhaled a sigh of exhaustion, as though she was struggling to breath. She wiped her hands on her apron before responding.

'I'm fine. This is the second time I've had to deal with those guys. The blonde kept going on about showing me his 'massive 'gun collection from his time in the army". She created air quotation marks with her fingers at the words massive gun before continuing.

"I can't tell them off without sounding like a bitchy waitress". She responded somberly. Sherlock's lack of experience with harassment cases would only make the situation worse, but he kept his eyes firmly locked on Anita. As she spoke, more and more deductions about her began to flash in front of his eyes.

18 years old. Has a younger brother. Is a High school graduate. Has No college experience. Is Hard working, Loyal, Compassionate... He glanced at the words as they came and went, and still tried to hear hers and John's conversation, especially when he brought up his military background.

"I'm sorry that you had to go through that. I can personally tell you as a former soldier, that we're not all like that". He said caringly. But Anita just shook her head, all the while still waiting for their bill. Which Sherlock attended to whilst keeping his ears open.

"I couldn't care less about their status, it's their foolishness and lack of tact that pissed me off". She said. Before John could ask, she elaborated further.

"They told me that I looked more appetizing than the food that I placed in front of them. And of course the blonde guy just had to lick his lips while doing it". She said coldly. Even Sherlock seemed stunned at that last statement as he briefly paused in reaching for his wallet to pay for the meal. John merely shook his head in annoyance at the crassness of his gender. He observed Sherlock deposit the money and slid the bill towards Anita and reached into his own wallet to give her a 20 pound tip.

"Here you go. This is for putting up with those idiots from earlier". Said John with a small smile, similar to the one that Anita gave him throughout her service to them. Sherlock thanked her as well and began to put his coat on. Anita returned John's smile for what felt like the umpteenth time that day.

"You have a good day, Gents". She said. With that she turned and walked back to the register to deposit the money. John and Sherlock made their way out the door, as Anita was tending to another customer.

The two flat mates spent what remained of the day walking around London, seeing as how Lestrade hadn't called with anything new yet, and they've already examined the necessary bodies. It seemed silly to just go back to the flat when it was only the early afternoon, so John and Sherlock resigned themselves to walking around the vast streets; that is until they were intercepted by an all too familiar woman. Within seconds they were in the unmarked black car with Anthea typing away on her phone. And within half an hour, the they were in Mycroft's home.