It was an ordinary day. Ordinary-being the keyword. It was Thursday, and I was at the local deli ordering my usual - a turkey sandwich with cheese and lettuce, a treat for myself since it was payday.

"No tomato or mayo, JD?"

I looked at Chuck, the owner, who always teased me. I smiled at him.

"No, thank you."

He finished my order, and I paid him. I sat down and unwrapped heaven. Well, plain heaven, but still it was heaven to me. I lifted it to my mouth to take a bite and noticed a man beside me. I tried not to stare, but got an uneasy feeling. I discreetly wrapped the sandwich and stood up to make a quiet exit. I could always eat in the car. I was about to get up and walk out, and my ears were pierced with the words.

"Nobody move. This is a holdup!"

The place went quiet and I groaned. Not out of fear, but more out of annoyance; it was my lunchtime, I was starving, and the mystery guy with the sunglasses and baseball cap was ruining my hour.

He walked over to Chuck and demanded that he open the register. He obliged and stuffed the money into the bag that was handed to him. I looked on in disbelief. I was in a dream. I'm would wake up to my alarm, and this was all going to end. I realized it wasn't when I felt a hand grab my arm. It was his hand, and I struggled.

"What are you doing?" I demanded, but he was insistent as he pulled me towards him.

"Keep quiet and you won't get hurt."

He forced me to the door. I desperately reached for my sandwich that was left on the table, but no luck. Outside I was more angry than afraid. He led me to a black SUV and pushed me inside. He looked at me surprised when I ranted on how he ruined my lunch. Any sane person would be begging for their life. I was lusting for a sandwich. I was still complaining as he started the car, turned up the radio-I assumed to drown me out, and drove away.

We finally arrived at his destination. An apartment complex. I was still complaining about my sandwich. He turned the key off, then took off his sunglasses and looked at me with annoyance.

"You done yet?"

I stared at his intense blue eyes and sighed. "You know you ruined my lunch."

"And I'm supposed to be concerned?" He got out of the SUV, walked over to my side and opened the door. "Get out."

"I think I'll stay here."

"It wasn't a request. I was ordering you. Now get out." He grabbed my arm and pulled me out towards him. "Walk with me if you don't want nothing to happen."

I decided it was best to pay attention if I ever expected to see another turkey sandwich again.

I walked with him to the door. He took out his key and unlocked it. He pulled me inside. He walked over to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He took out some items and threw them on the counter.

"Here, maybe this will shut you up for a few minutes."

I walked over and took a closer look. Turkey breast, American cheese and a head of lettuce. I glare at him.

"The bread is behind you."

"This isn't from Chuck's Deli."

He mocked me. "This isn't from Chucks. Will you just be quiet and eat? You should be thanking me that I'm permitting...