Every day you'd go to the bodega down the street from your apartment and get your breakfast smoothie, apple, kiwi, matcha and cucumber.

Then you'd catch the train to work at the restaurant. Every day the same. Until it wasn't. The bodega was closed so you didn't get your smoothie and you had to run for your train.

That day, when you got into work and opened your locker, there was already a smoothie in there, you frowned, picking it up and examining it. Unopened, in date.. what?

"That's the one you usually get right? The matcha, cucumber shit?" Carmen asked from the doorway.