I double-checked my phone. The GPS said I was in the right place. Then I checked the street sign. Correct streets.

I was in the right place, but the food truck wasn’t here. Damn.

I adjusted my tie in annoyance. This was unprofessional and it irked me.

Jaune’s didn’t roll into south town very often and I kept track of a dozen various merchants that meandered through the city. Jaune’s was one of them.

‘Jaune’s Delux Harem’ was a sandwich I doubted I will ever forget. The cravings didn’t hit often, but when they did…

Ah. The tender meats, the crisp greens, and savory secret sauce.

I coughed. I adjusted my tie again as I was forced to ingest the mouthful of drool I had released. Ma would have words if any had escaped.

My phone beeped and I quickly checked.

Jaune’s had updated. Three streets down.

I immediately turned and made my way over. I cleared my throat as pocketed my phone.

The day was warm. The tail end of summer was still warm as the leaves were quickly fading. Fall would be here any minute.

My eyes scanned over the canopy of trees as I entered the park. The change from the city to nature was rather soothing to my frayed nerves. I was hungry and irritable. Hangry was a weakness of mine.

I quickly spotted it. The yellow truck with purple accents was easy to spot.

Without further ado, I queued up.

The line wasn’t the fastest, and I nodded to myself as I slowly made my way up. I passed the time by checking my phone. There were already half a dozen ‘important’ emails and I scanned through them.

None of them required my immediate attention. I frowned. I hated selfishly worded requests like these. Ma had taught me many things. Respect was at the top of that list.

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I looked up and there was only one person ahead of me. I put away my phone so that I could politely order when it was my turn. I showed respect to the owner for not wasting his time. Ma would have been proud.

“Hello…”

I looked up and smiled. The server on the other hand trailed off as she recognized me. Not that it was hard. I wore a suit of royal purple, had slicked-back hair and an air of confidence that I had chiseled from my lackluster youth.

“I would love a Deluxe Harem and a choco-love shake, please,” I asked with a smile. My brown eyes met hers and she nodded. I ignored the way her body tense as she rang in my order. It was normal. Once you are known for butchering men, you get treated differently.

“Freeze!”

I blinked as I dropped a large bill on the counter. Enough for the food and a generous tip. I frowned as I turned around.

Half a dozen officers and three bicycle patrolmen greeted me. All of them had guns trained on me. My frown deepened.

“I beg your pardon?” I said as I adjusted my tie.

“Freeze! Hands up in the air!” the lead officer demanded as I looked up to the scared lady. She had my change in her hands and they were shaking.

I caught her eyes and waved my hand to the tip jar. She gave me a nod and dumped the change into the glass container. The clinks of coin on other coins were unusually loud.

“On what charges, officer?” I asked as I took my choco-shake. The thick, rich milkshake had me pause. The world slowed as the intensity of a herd of horses tramped across my tastebuds. The deep flavor of chocolate was left in their wake as it traveled down my throat.

“For public unrest, theft, and trafficking in illegal goods,” the officer repeated woodenly. He probably had it memorized from something.

“Very well. Your warrant, please?” I asked as I received my sandwich. It was thick, hot, and smelled of heaven. From the scent alone, I could tell that today was going to become incredible. Even with these idiots before me.

“The warrant is on its way,” the officer replied as he watched me peel back the wrapper.

“Then you know where to find me. My address is up to date and you can always call my lawyer,” I replied flippantly as I took a bite.

The wold stopped as my mind went into overdrive. The tender beef and pork mix was savory. The salt and spices are delectable. The crunch echoed in my mind as I pierced the crisp exterior as the fluffy bread dissolved.

I moaned with my first bite. My knees shook as they suddenly lost strength.

This.

This was a sandwich.

I washed down the bite with some of my shakes as I began to walk back.

The officer still had his gun trained on me. I stared him in the eyes. I knew it was intense as he blinked and looked away. They had nothing on me. I was too clean to get tripped up over something so trivial.

I brushed by the officer and ignored him. He lowered his gun in defeat as there was nothing he could do. I was causing no issues and none of those flimsy circumstantial charges would ever hold.

My sandwich was my world and that was all that mattered.

The following bites sent me up and into the skies.

The world, and its problems, vanished as I made my way back home.