Lucy stood at the counter, waiting for her coffee, her mind a whirlpool of thoughts. She was running late for work—the kind of late that made her heart race and her palms sweat. The scent of fresh coffee was intoxicating, yet she couldn't shake off the feeling that today would be one of those days where everything that could go wrong, would. Just as she reached for her drink, a sudden *thud* echoed through the coffee shop, and a sea of hot liquid surged toward her, pouring out of Jake's hand like a brown tidal wave.
