As he walked, he looked down a bit so the sun didnâ€™t further irritate his eyes, taking his sunglasses off and sticking them in his pocket once he felt he no longer needed them. For morning it was rather bright out he noticed though that could probably be because of his hangover. He still felt like shit, like he was going to puke or something, since it would take awhile before the effects wore off. Luckily people paid him no mind as he walked across the street, discovering there was a bit of a line to the deli. Lines. Such killjoys. Nobody liked to stand in lines He was never too thrilled about them either but too often they were a part of everyday life. And this was a new place so there was no doubt that people would be curious and wanting to check it out. No matter where you went people always tended to like to try new things, no matter how stiff the community might be.<br/><br/>The special was, apparently, a toasted breakfast sandwich and a cup of coffee. It was priced in dollars, the shekel equivalent placed underneath, the owner must be as new around here the deli, he wondered. Though it would make sense since this block of the neighborhood was often a place where tourists went about their business. This place would most likely to do well, since it did have some Western influences in a few things, assuming people were comfortable with the idea... Of course that really didnâ€™t matter to him as long as he got what he came for.  However, after a moment he began to decide whether or not he would wait until the small line died down a bit. He wasnâ€™t someone who liked overly crowded areas, and this seemed like a small deli as it was not some fancy restaurant.<br/><br/>Soon enough morning rush took its toll and things did die down a bit more and he was finally able to at least get inside. It felt like he had been standing there for hours but really it was only a few minutes at most.<br/><br/>The deli was definitely an American style with a local touch to it though subtle unless you knew where to look. True to the time, not too out of date, not too completely bizarre and out there that it drove customers away. Strangely enough, he could find a slight sense of comfort in this quaint place. He scanned the menu to see how they offered to prepare the coffee here; he was somewhat persnickety when it came to coffee so he usually made his own rather than going out somewhere whenever he craved it. It was satisfying to see that he could just order it black, with a shot of espresso, without any cream or milk added to it. As far as food went, he wasnâ€™t really sure if he would order anything other than an egg sandwich. There were quite a few pastries lined up for display, but he didnâ€™t have much of a sweet tooth. As strange as it sounded, sweets just didnâ€™t appeal to him.<br/><br/>He fumbled around with his wallet for a moment before pulling out some money, realizing that he didnâ€™t have much on him. Looks like he would have to see if he could find any jobs â€“someone was bound to be desperate for a hired gun. It wasnâ€™t really his style to go looking around for jobs, however, since people usually came to him. A few people knew very well who he was, especially his old military buddies, and knew what he was capable of doing. Looking at him he did carry himself rather well as he was a professional so to speak and as such had a fairly good reputation. Old habits do die hard. It was still somewhat difficult to get use to not being in the military, knowing he didnâ€™t have to be so stiff all the time.<br/><br/>â€œI suppose I willâ€¦ just order the special,â€ he told the woman at the register once it was his turn, speaking softly and placing the money on the counter. It wasnâ€™t intentional that he sounded like he was in a rush, more out of habit.