Rage builds up in your stomach. Gritting your teeth, you take one long step towards him. By the time your foot is off the ground you're close enough to see his pores.

Your elbow collides with his jaw. The room falls silent. He keels over, coughing and gagging with pain.

As your anger subsides you instantly realize the situation you're in. His friends outnumber you twenty to one.

You feel a firm hand on your shoulder and brace yourself for their imminent reprisal. The owner, a frowning middle aged man with a noticeable tan stands behind you.

His other arm whips through the air with audible force, silently pointing towards the exit.

You leave. Anger, indignation, shame, and all sorts of emotions you're not sure you know the words for cloud your train of thought.

As you walk through the town square, you wonder to yourself whether your little act of heroism was worth it.

A lot has happened to you today. Maybe you ought to cool off someplace quieter.