Zarid walked in and cut in front of his enemy. "I'll take an Italian BMT, a meatball marinara, a large Pepsi, and two raspberry-white chocolate cookies."

"Ahem! You're cutting in front of people!" Hiro barked. Zarid ignored him.

Zarid then decided to turn around. "Aaaaaaand? What are you gonna do? Shit yourself? Fight me?"

Alania kicked The Ingush Pimp's balls. "Give us our spot back!" she shouted.

The server, Elayna, a old, Japanese lady. said in Japanese, "I have the right to refuse service."

"Speak English, bitch," he said, holding his coins.

Elayna changed to said common language. "Excuse me?!"

Hiro sighed and pushed him out the way. "Pay no mind to the goat-loving, inbred imbecile from the Caucasus; he's just ignorant. I want a Spicy Italian footlong on Italian bread, just cheese, provolone to be exact and toasted, and I also want a meatball marinara 6-inch with mayo. Both with oregano. I also want a large drink and a small drink for her." 

"I'll leave then." Zarid got in his rental Bugatti and drove off. "I'll go to another Subway," he muttered, pissed off by the ripe lady who was standing up for herself against the Russian.

Hiro went to fill his cup with Pepsi and hers with Starry, which was her request. "God, Zarid is such a nuisance," he grumbled. "I'm glad you kicked his special area, Alania."

"He's a loser." Alania took her Starry with light ice and sat down. "What makes him hate Japan so much?"

"He's just an ignorant nuisance, honey." Hiro slid her a white-chocolate-macadamia cookie. "That, or he's just hiding behind some bravado."

Elayna brought them their food. "Thanks for taking up for me, Hiro, is it? My 2-year-old son is a big fan of you! He tunes in to every fight you have!"

"Thank you," he smiled as he ate his sub, filled with salamai, pepperoni, and cheese. She walked off and went back to her job. "But let's be honest, Elayna, Zarid doesn't know what he's talking about."

Alania saw 2 kids and their mother, playing. "I want a mommy..." 

.....

Hiro was talking to Ichigo on Facebook Messenger via voice chat. "Welp, Alania told me she wanted a mommy. She's cowering under the bed as thunder rumbles and whatnot whilst Blue Exorcist is on in the background. I do want a girlfriend."

"First, you need to find what you want in a girlfriend, Hiro."

"I'll date any ethnicity, I want her to like anime or at least cartoons, I don't want her to be a drama queen, and I want her to be P.H.A.T, not F.A.T. I don't want a stick neither. I also want her to have wifelike qualities." Hiro bit into his sandwich.

"There's speed-dating night every Thursday at the buffet I go to from time to time, but I don't have a sitter for Alania." Hiro sighed. "I go to Starbucks. Maybe I'll meet a hot woman there."

"I hope so. What happened to that white-Japanese Lindsey Sanban girl you were dating in high school? Didn't work out or something?" his Japanese-Mexican compadre asked.

"She was crazy! Plus, if Alania was in my life during that era, Alania woulda tried to attack her. I never told her about it because she woulda tried to track down and smack Lindsey up! She doesn't take kindly to people doing me wrong; hell, she kicked Zarid Alaev in his balls at Subway for cutting in front of me today!"

Ichigo laughed. "Poor Zarid, wants to recreate Hiroshima but gets dogwalked by a little girl in one hit! God, Zarid's a filthy cur."

His purple-haired buddy said, "Anyways, I gotta go comfort my daughter. I'll speak to you tomorrow."

"Alright, night," Ichi responded as Hiro shut his laptop and went to hug Alania as she was hiding from the bad, windy, rainy weather, One Piece on in the background.