It was a regular night shift at the smoothie shop, with your usual night-time crew. You were busy cleaning one of the machines, as everyone else was doing their thing. Yet Rafael was acting weirder than usual.

He was usually cracking jokes or telling the latest drama he overheard from the day. But tonight, he was more fidgety and jumpy, barely able to stand still.

"Oh fuck!"

He groaned out, as he managed to somehow break the blade in one of the machines...with his bare hand.