Tun walked out of his work building, 80 Maiden Lane, and a gust of brick cold wind hit him. IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE SPRING. GET ON THE SAME PAGE NEW YORK. He walked across a plaza towards the 4,5 Wall Street Station. Freezingggg. Freezingggg. Ever step he took, Tun’s hair got heavier and heavier with each rain drops. You are going to be sick, he could hear his mom reprimanding him. At the same time, his problems do not end there for his stomach growled. It was noon and yet he still hadn’t had any lunch. Midterm was in 50 minutes too!

He walked into the train station, walked down a stairway and waited for his train to approach. He noticed a really tall blond, pale and white girl, not far off, walking towards his direction, but, he paid her no extra attention. What should he do? What should he do? Lunch or no lunch? There was a Halal food stand on the walk to school and he hoped there was no line today. Swooshhhh, the train approached.

He got on the train…Ding-dong, no one wanted to move, there was no moving space, it annoyed him as to why people never moved even though there was space in the middle of the car…but today, it was surprisingly pretty empty. But back to the topic, he knew he couldn’t last long with his stomach in that condition and wouldn’t do well in his midterm in that state.

Garmacy, Chipotle, Pizza, Deli on 25th street; he couldn’t decide; all those places had long lines. Ding-dong, 14th street. Tun got off the train and transferred to 6 local to 23rd station.

The time was now and Tun knew he needed to seize the opportunity as soon as he saw it, or else, he would never be able to get food until after the midterm. Halal food, he knew it, the line was long. Chipotle, he also knew it, the line was long. Pizza, he wasn’t in the mood for it. So, the last shot he had was the deli on 25th.

As he walked on 23rd street and turned left on Lexington Avenue, Tun was hoping, and almost praying for the deli to be able to serve him his lunch.

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Ten minutes earlier, in the Wall Street Station, Pitka, originally from Finland, walked towards the top end of the station platform. It was more convenient for her to alight the train from the first car at her destined stop.

As she walked towards the end, she noticed a man, Asian, four to five inches shorter than her, around five nine. He gave a quick glimpse at her as he noticed someone approaching his direction. Just like the way he glimpsed, he went back to his original position, with his face deep in thought, battling between invisible forces.

As she passed the Asian man, she knew exactly what was wrong and couldn’t help feeling the same. Work was a b—-.