A few minutes. Just a few more minutes. She would be back with his burger, he would eat, he would calm down, and he would leave happy. That's all he wanted, just a simple meal after a long day. He nodded at the young woman, and took a deep breath as she walked away, no longer caring anymore about if she saw his face. He closed his eyes, and started a small meditation exercise to calm himself down. Usually when things got tense, he would just empty himself and focus on his breathing, and that would make his mood better. However, he wasn't able to do that at the bar. He didn't know why he thought otherwise. The second the girl left, a bunch of guys came to his table.<br/><br/>"Hey man, what's up?" The unknown man's voice had an obvious slur to it, and as Evan looked up, he saw that he was drunk off his mind. He was big, and appeared to be a biker. That's great, he thought with a fake smile, let the fun begin.<br/><br/>"Nothing much, really," Evan replied, trying to be as calm as he could be. Another man came up and put his hands on Evan's table.<br/><br/>"You new around here kid?" He looked as bad as his buddy alcohol wise. He also seemed pretty shady, and Evan slowly turned his head towards him.<br/><br/>"I moved here a couple month's ago." The two men both yelled in unison, smiling drunkenly.<br/><br/>The big biker spoke up, "Well ain't that something! Let's have a little celebration for the new guy!"<br/><br/>The shady looking man snagged Evan's beer, "How 'bout a drink? Aww, you drink the soft stuff!" The man then proceeded to drink the beer, which made Evan wince.<br/><br/>The first man then proceeded to do something Evan could not believe.<br/><br/>"Hey why you wearing a hat in here eh? It's not that cold is it?!" The biker then stole the soft cap off of Evan's head. For a split second, the biker's friend, as well as some of the waitresses on the other side of the bar, saw what his eyes looked like. The eyes that only appeared when he got too hungry. The eyes that got him labeled as a freak in school, but also got him his closest friends. The sea green, super sharp and hungry looking eyes that were like a shark.<br/><br/>He immediately dropped his head as much as it could go, and turned it  slightly to the biker, "I need my hat. Give it back."<br/><br/>The biker stared at him for a second awestruck. He then laughed wildly and punched his friend on the arm, "Oy, Devin! Did you hear this guy? He wants his hat back!" His friend joined in with the drunken laughter, which made Evan scowl. They were testing his patience.<br/><br/>He held out his hand slowly, and said again, "Please give me my hat back."<br/><br/>The laughter stopped, and the biker grunted, "Excuse me? The hell do you think you are? Devin, this guy thinks he can order is around!" Devin shook his head, "Well gee Frank, I think this guy needs to be taught a lesson." He spoke like a teacher scolding a student. The man, apparently he was Frank, tapped his chin, thinking. "I think you're right. What should I do?"<br/><br/>Before anyone could answer, Frank stopped tapping his chin and pulled back his arm, and then proceeded to attempt a punch at Evan. This caused Evan to scowl even more, showing his teeth. Right before the hit connected with his face, Evan slammed it away with his hand. Using the same hand, he uppercut the biker. The hit was so hard that he flew back and landed on a, thankfully, empty table. As the table crashed, Evan stood up, and grabbed his hat off the floor. Dusting it off, he placed it back on his head, putting it over his eyes once again. He looked at the downed biker and said, "I asked you nicely."