[i][b]New York, Manhattan[/b][/i] [i]Hmm.... What to get, what to get?[/i] [b]Elias stood in front of his favorite food vendor, Charlie's Frankfurts. The man, presumably Charlie, looked rather annoyed at his uncertainty[/b] "C'mon, already Elias! You always do this. You spend 30 minutes looking at the menu, then choose a plain hotdog." [b]He looked at Charlie and smirked[/b] I know, but maybe, just maybe one day I'll choose to add a topping. [b]He went back to the menu, but he only browsed a few more moments before being pelted with a hotdog, which he caught without looking[/b] Thanks, Charlie. "Wha-? How do you always do that? You weren't even looking! Lucky I guess? [b]He began to walk away, an angry Charlie mumbling obscenities As he walked and ate, Elias took in the sounds and sights: The hover cars on the ground and overhead, the yelling that would seem to always be common in NYC, and even the occasional hobo, begging for a donation for his habit But he enjoyed it, and would not trade it for anything else[/b]