A whole $12 for a coffee! God, I hate this place.

I fumbled around in my pocket in search of the credit card that should be there. As much as I wanted to reject the ridiculousness of it all and boycott the coffee, I knew I needed it. Last night had been a tough one. I had been up all night doing my best to put my powers to use. Months ago, back when I first discovered my powers, I had vowed to do all I could to protect the citizens of the town I resided in. I had been picking up odd jobs here and there for four months but after some time it seemed they no longer needed me. The small town of about 10,000 citizens weren’t exactly in dire need of saving and it seemed I outgrew them. So now here I was, in New York City looking for work- and let me tell you, there was never a shortage of crime here. Last night I took on about 17 cases ranging from robberies to murders (or attempted murders thanks to my intervening). That was more than I usually got in an entire month back home.

Today was my third day of my real day job and I was already exhausted. Balancing a desk job by day and saving the city by night wasn’t easy.

“Hey man, move. You’re in the way”, someone behind me announced. He barely waited for me to turn around before shoving past me. The coffee in my cup sloshed around, a trickle of it escaping the cover and spilling down my arm. Great. Just great.

I grabbed a handful of napkins from the table and dabbed at my arm, silently cursing my choice to come to this city. Everything about the city irritated me. The busy subways, the overpriced coffee, the air that always smelt of sewage and something sickly sweet- I hated it all.

I was just turning around to walk out the cafe when someone bumped into me, causing the coffee to spill over my hand and down my sleeve once more.

Really? Again?

The hardest part of being a superhero in New York was definitely getting use to this place.