You know that moment when you wish scientists were smart enough to invent technology that allowed you to reach into your phone and swiftly land a punch on an asshole's face?

Or that moment when you wish you could seriously harm a person just by thinking about their face and name? Just like you had your own personal Death Note?

No?

Well then, I guess my psychotic side was deciding to show itself today.

Or maybe I was just feeling a little bit murderous after having listened to the biggest asshole on the planet laugh his head off for the past twenty seconds.

Yes, my psychotic side was showing itself.

My fists clenched tightly, I tried to calm myself down as the old couple continued to stare at me.

"Look, Mr..." I began, my voice shaking with anger.

"Please, call me Douglas," he interrupted.

"Look, Mr," I continued as if he hasn't said a single word, "what do you think gives you the right to mess with my life?"

"You messed with mine first, remember?"

"I most definitely did not!" I screamed back, earning a glare from the couple and the barrista working the coffee machine. I tried to bring down my tone.

"Yes, you did sweetheart. You should've just done your business and gone back to your economy class," his voice soured when he said 'economy class'. Typical jackass.

I tried to not act bothered by him mentioning my little situation on the plane which landed me in the first class in the first place. "And you think its totally normal for a person to turn a plane around, just because he can't eat a steak?"

"That steak was overcooked, in my defense!"

"That steal was overcooked? Boohoo! Go whine to your mommy about that," My anger had gotten ahold of me and I couldn't be bothered to care about my growing audience. "Many people aren't fortunate enough to own a company, least of all an airline business, and we have schedules to keep. Do you know how many people could've been fired because of that little childish tantrum you threw, had you gone through with your demands?" I finished off, feeling like a weight had just been lifted off my shoulders.

He was silent for a moment, before he cleared his throat. "No. I guess not."

"Well, now you know," I muttered. His defeated tone threw me off. "Next time, think twice about what you do, especially with your power. Didn't your parents teach you better?"

"No!" His voice went ice cold instantly. "But then again, my father was too busy to care."

"Then your mom?"

"She..." He paused. "Next time mind your own goddamn business!" He snapped before the next thing I heard was the dial tone on the other end.

Well, he's temperamental!

* * *

The rest of the day went by fast, the ridiculous phone call far behind me as I went to the boarding house I'd looked up before coming here. It would cost me roughly $8 to stay there for the night.

As soon as I left my stuff in my room, I went out to look for the nearest hamburger place to grab dinner.

Once I ordered a monster burger, I sat down by the table nearest to the glass window and watched the busy life of New Yorkers as they rushed by likes bees in a hive.

I could've been one of them, rushing off, running errands for my dream job. I could've been spending endless nights trying to meet a deadline.

But no, here I was, jobless and wandering a city I didn't know.

"One monster burger," the middle aged woman who's served me called out as she placed a juicy looking burger on the countertop, before she disappeared into the kitchen.

I got up and went to get it. As my fingers wrapped themselves around the plate, another set of hands were on the other end of the plate.

I looked up to see a guy with dark shades hanging around his neck and a fisherman's hat in his messy dirty brown hair looking down at me.

"Uhm, sorry darling, but I believe this would be my burger," he smiled down at me as he tugged on the plate.

"No, I believe this is mine! I ordered the monster burger!" I tugged at the plate. He didn't let go.

"Well, I did too."

We stood there for a while, staring each other down as the sweet, delicious scent hit both of our senses.

"Look, girl, I flew all the way back from London for this burger. Do you have any idea how exhausting it was on the flight over? The thought of this burger kept me going?" He looked serious for that preposterous statement.

"Yeah, and I flew over from the North Pole for this!" I countered.

"You don't believe me!"

"Not even for a second!" How gullible did he think I was?

"I'm starving right now! Why don't you let me have this?" He asked.

"I am hungry too," I argued.

"Please?" He pouted.

Seriously?

"Monster burger!" The middle aged woman came out of the kitchen again, placing another monster burger on the counter. She looked at us, staring at our fingers on the same plate. "That's the young lady's," she said before she disappeared to the back of the restaurant again.

As soon as she left I turned to face the guy who was looking at me sheepishly.

"Thank you," I said as I pulled my burger off him. I turned around and went back to my table.

Finally, I can eat.

As soon as my knife sliced into the bun, I heard the chair opposite me being pulled away from the table and someone sitting on it.

I looked up, surprised to see Hamburger thief placing his burger on my table and adjusting his chair to suit him.

"What?" He asked when he caught me looking.

"I'm sorry, did I invite you to sit with me?" I asked him.

He shook his head as he cut his burger with a knife.

"Then why are you sitting here?" I asked when he made no move to answer.

Hamburger thief didn't say anything as he chewed on his burger. He sighed in ecstasy. After he drank some soda, he said, "The table I was sitting at," he nodded to the table across the room, "was taken whilst I was arguing with you."

"First of all, it was my burger. And couldn't you find another table?"

He shrugged. "Couldn't be bothered. Besides, I thought I owed you an apology for holding your burger hostage."

I arched a brow.

"So," he continued, "I'm sorry. But you can't blame me really. I did fly thousands of miles for this."

"Right. You did fly over from London for this burger."

He chuckled. "You still don't believe me?"

I shrugged, before I bit into my burger.

The taste enveloped my senses as I moaned. This was worth all the events today. "What do they put in this?"

"You've never had this before?" He asked, his tone suggested it was criminal for that to happen.

I shrugged again as I took another bite. "Haven't had a chance."

"Really?"

I nodded. "This is my first time in New York in years."

He stared at me, shocked.

"What? Do I have something on my face?"

He burst out laughing. "Your expression when you ate it." He continued to laugh.

"Stop it!"

"Fine, fine. So going to be in the city for long?"

"Leaving tomorrow evening," I answered easily, shocking myself. I wasn't one to give out details like that easily.

"Good. That gives us enough time," he said.

"Enough time for what?"

"For me to show you around New York."

"And you're the perfect person for this? Remember you just flew over from London for the burger."

"But, I've flown over many times. Enough times to know this city better than you," he smirked.

I nodded. "Fine, I'll take your word on that. But, there's that little matter to settle..."

"What?" He frowned, genuinely confused.

"I don't even know your name." I couldn't go around calling him Hamburger thief now can I?

He smiled. "Will," he answered.

"Finally, a name. I was too tired of calling you Hamburger thief."

He burst out laughing. "Hamburger thief?"

I nodded as I took another bite.

"Fine. And your name is?" He asked, arching a brow.

"Krystal," I replied.

"Nice to meet you, Krystal. Nice to meet you."

I smiled back at him. Maybe my luck was turning around after all.