You impatiently stare at the looming clock on the wall as it ticks closer to your lunch break, the one time of day where you could relax during work. You look back to earlier of what your coworker, Fresh, was blabbering about before starting each others’ shifts. Recently there’s been an anonymous thief robbing everyone’s food, and he had had enough. He had planted multiple peppers into his snack today, and Fresh was going to observe everyone for a reaction.

When the clock finally hit time, you rushed to the back room for the mini fridge storing all the drinks and food. You absentmindedly grabbed the closet thing that you recognized and head for your cubby, unaware of the mistake you made. Coincidentally, your lunch looked very similar to Fresh’s little decoy that you had mistaken as your own.

Though when you sat down in your chair and took a bite in the sandwich, it tasted much different than the annual flavors. Your tongue started burning ferociously as your eyes begin watering as well, immediately putting the bread down while fanning your tongue. You frantically grab your water bottle, chugging it in hopes of cooling down the abrupt heat.

“Did ya’ grab my lunch, because you seem like you’re dying over there brah.”

Fresh teased from the desk next to you, seeming to spot your pained expression with amusement. He was snickering under his breath, glancing his eyelights to the sandwich on your desk with slight suspicion. Turns out the plan was a bust unfortunately, as Fresh’s glasses shone “LAME” with a hidden frown.