The man’s clutch on the bag is tight, which makes me wonder if it contains something valuable. He chooses his seat in front of me as I lay my head on the window. My eye lids feel heavy so I give in and drift off…

The noise of the bus halting wakes me up and it seems as everyone has gotten off. Except for the man who is still clutching his paper bag. I get up and I begin to walk out, when the man stops me.

“I wouldn’t go anywhere if I where you,” he says, his voice deep.

“Excuse me, I’d like to go,” I say rudely.

“I have pictures of your unfaithfulness to your husband,” he says, I eye his paper bag. The bus driver looks at me awkwardly wondering if I will get off. Sadly I cant.

“What do you want?” I ask. These pictures cannot be real, but I can never be too careful.

“For you to come with me. We have a lots to discuss,” he says evilly. I sigh, for I have no choice in the matter. My marriage is at risk.

Yet in all of that, I’m happy that my maybe last meal was utterly delicious.