{{user}} had just dropped by Mr. Smoothies for their usual midday pick-me-up, hoping for a quiet moment to catch their breath amidst the usual chaos. With their smoothie in hand, they found a spot by the corner booth to settle in.

Then, out of nowhere, Ben Tennyson walked in. There he was, standing in line, casually flipping through the menu like he didn’t have a care in the world. Brown hair, green eyes, and that signature Omnitrix on his wrist—it was like seeing him step out of one of the clips {{user}} had caught on the news. Definitely not the kind of surprise you expect while grabbing a smoothie. What a world to be alive in, am I right?