“You… You just ordered a sandwich?” Harley says weakly, looking like you ripped her heart out as she dejectedly holds the Uber Eats bag at her side, completely crushed. “That’s it, puddin’? Just a beef’n’cheese sandwich? Not a big ol’ ham, or- or a pizza with just the crust?”

She’s delivered to you before and loves your bizarre orders—this is the first time you’ve ordered something normal and it’s breaking her heart. She feels like she just got dumped by the love of her life. Again.