<strong>Subway: Joe and his partner</strong><br/><br/><br/>The Subway wasn’t too packed this time of day, in fact, it was perfect. There weren’t any lines and the Italian herb and cheese bread was still in stock. Joe rustled through the Subway wrapper like a boy did a Christmas gift. After a long day of patrol, he was starving. His partner, Brian Jensen, had been baffled by Joseph’s frequent appetite. It wasn’t too unusual, but it amazed him how much he ate when on break. For breakfast, he watched the man consume five breakfast biscuits, while driving, and gulp down three bottles of water. You wouldn’t ever see the man consuming caffeine. No coffee; only caffeine-free tea for he said too much sugar and caffeine made him too...and then he would flap his hands before him in some ecstatic gesture—whatever that meant.<br/><br/>Brian watched his partner pick up the foot-long meatball sub and take a hearty bite out of it. The way he made love to that sandwich made him stare down reluctantly at the veggie sub, lying on its mat and staring back at him dully. The hefty cop frowned dejectedly and peered up at Joe. Silently, he just observed, observed the ingestion of the sub sandwich before he’d move onto his second one. He only ate two foot-longs but most could only eat one. “You know…I feel like we switched places,” Brian spoke.<br/><br/>Joe’s brown eyes darted to his partner, while his lips were occupied with the rim of his water. Brian continued, “You eat like a fat ass whenever we’re on break, and yet I’m the fat ass and you ain’t.”<br/><br/>Well that was simple to explain. Of course, if Joe didn’t plan to harvest any secrets, he would have gave the man a biology lesson on the human metabolism and what happens when a human’s metabolism is a bit above the norm. It required him to consume a higher amount of calories, but nothing overboard. “My metabolism is better than yours,” the cop stated plainly. To Brian, it almost sounded like a boast, but it had to be true. He couldn’t think of any other reason except for the fact that he was older.<br/><br/>“Just wait until you’re in your thirties, reality is going to hit you so hard, you’ll shit your pants.”<br/><br/>Picking up his next sandwich, Joe arched a brown brow as he questioned, “Did you shit your pants?” His tone was completely calm and hardly tinged with sarcasm, but when Brian’s face scrunched up with disapproval; Joe couldn’t help but bow his head as the corners of his mouth curled into an amused smile. Moments after, he crammed the sub sandwich into his mouth to stifle his laughter.<br/><br/>“I hope you choke,” was all Brian said before he finally started on his veggie sub.