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SEASON ONE

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On an early Wednesday morning, Andrés was woken by the loud sound of his alarm clock. With a groan, he threw a pillow in its direction, knocking it right off the nightstand..silencing it when it hit the floor.

He sat up slowly, hair a mess, eyes still heavy with sleep. The morning light could be seen through the blinds. Without much thought, he stood, grabbed a clean set of clothes from the edge of his dresser, and made his way into the bathroom for a long shower.

The steam filled the small space quickly, Andrés letting the water run over his face and shoulders, the water waking him up fully. He stayed under the water longer than he probably should have—thirty minutes, maybe more—but eventually, the warmth became routine, and the edge of sleep started to fade.

Once out, he dried off, dressed, brushed his teeth, and combed his hair. Back in his room, he took a few minutes to clean up: straightening his bedsheets, picking up a hoodie from the floor, and closing his sketchbook that had been left open from the night before.

Satisfied, he stepped out into the hall, the sound of a low morning radio hum coming from the kitchen. The smell of toasted bread and cheap coffee greeted him as he entered.

Enzo was already at the counter, one leg propped up on the chair, chewing toast while scrolling on his phone.

"You're up late," Enzo said without looking up.

Andrés shrugged and made his way to the cabinets. "My alarm was too annoying."

Enzo said, "Let me guess. You threw a pillow at it again?"

"It deserved it," Andrés replied, grabbing a bowl and pouring himself some cereal. "Loud little thing nearly gave me a heart attack."

Enzo finally looked over. "Maybe it wouldn't be so loud if you didn't set it five minutes before you actually needed to be up."

"Where's the fun in that?" Andrés replied.

The two ate in comfortable silence for a while, the kind that only came from living together long enough to not fill the air with pointless chatter. Andrés tapped his spoon against the rim of his bowl as he chewed, eyes fixed on the table.

Enzo broke the silence again. "Hey, we're out of basically everything. Like, we've hit emergency levels of empty. Think you can grab groceries?"

"I was heading to the mall anyway," Andrés said, standing up and grabbing his keys from the hook by the door. "I'll swing by the store while I'm out."

"You're actually going to remember the milk this time?" Enzo questioned.