Jack quietly walked around manhattan. His hoodie didn't help much with the cold, but at least it covered his arms. No sense in letting some asshole pass by him screaming "hey look! Its Robocop!" Or some stupid saying that he has heard many times over. He was used to it. Being called "handicapped" or "special" Jack out a hiss in disgust. "If only they knew what I'm capable of." He muttered to himself lightly. Turning up his MP3 to the max level and bobbing as he walked to the sweet sounds of dubstep.
Walking for what seemed like hours, getting lost in his music like usual. Jack grew quite hungry. Looking for anyplace fast foot nearby. "Hmmm mcdonalds? No. BK? No... not even a Popeyes? What part of new york fid I walk into?" Spinning in a full 180° turn, he saw a small coffee shop with black curtains. "Guess that'll do." He said to himself. Putting on his wool glove over his mechanical arm, making sure no parts were showing. All he wanted was food, not attention.
Jack walked into the café. It was dark, dirty, but smelled amazing! It appeared some older man was in the back kitchen making some deliciously smelling eggs. He quietly took a seat at the bar right up front and yelled toward the back. "Hey old man! Whatever your making, I'll take an order as well!" The mans face grew aggitated with Jacks rudeness, but gladly obliged with a nod. Grabbing some more eggs out of the nearby cooler. Jack leaned back and put one leg up on the barstool next to his. Pulling out his smartphone, and started playing games.