Mia didn't pick up when I called. I sat around waiting for her to call me back. 30 minutes in I decided to make breakfast.
Instead of using a full onion, I chopped only half. Mia mentioned something about how wasteful I was when we were taking a walk together. I had still almost half a cup of
cold brew
in my cup. And I was feeling jittery. Mia gave me shit about how I should drink it all, but what was I to do? I wasn't about to fuck up my whole bio rhythm for some ideology. I placed the other half onion in a prep bowl inside the fridge.
When the door closed I heard my phone ding. A text. I went over thinking it was my bro Thomas who usually texted me at this hour while he was at work. But it was Mia.