Eating his lunch outside wasn’t typical for him – mainly because he hated being outside – but that day he had been out and about and lingering in the park felt more welcoming than returning home. Jealous seemed to have really sank its claws into him lately, now more than ever as it seemed everywhere he turned, he saw Joseph and Luke together. Some of the interactions were just out of coincidence and Gio was being paranoid and overly jealous – he knew that. Deep down he knew that he was going to run into them often because all of them lived together at the moment. It was only natural that he would run into them the very same way that Joseph ran into him and Luke every now and again. But for just today, rational thinking could take a hike. He was electing to enjoy his sandwich in the park – in peace – instead.
Anyone who knew him knew that he was a creature of habit. There were certain things he enjoyed and if he enjoyed them, he got into a routine with them. Once he was in a routine, there was really no breaking him from that routine unless someone wanted to face some serious consequences. One of his things he enjoyed just happened to be indulging in his favorite sandwich from his favorite eatery. It probably cost more than it was worth, sure, and really at some point attempting to upscale a sandwich was ridiculous. Still, he found it delicious and he continued with his orders out.
Finally settling onto a park bench under some shade, content with the location he chose, Gio pulled out the square container that held his sandwich. This was it. Finally, he could just relax and eat his meal without the worry or care of seeing Joseph roaming around, or worse, watching Luke happily tug him along around the house and out the door to do whatever in the hell they did. His joy was quickly cut short though, as Gio looked at the meal in his box. It was the sandwich he ordered, sure, but there was something else that caught his attention.
There, sticking out ever so slightly, was a hint of red. He already knew what that belonged to, yet he had hoped against it as he opened the top of his sandwich, confirming to his horror that they had indeed put tomatoes on his sandwich. Worse of all, the ticket said on it rather clearly that the order was to be without. With a loud groan, Gio set the box to the side onto the bench and leaned forward, burying his face into his hands as he started to grumble to himself. The one joy he had been thinking about – his yummy sandwich – and now even that was ruined. Add that on top of the fact that he had hit a bit of a coding issue in his latest project and quite frankly, Gio was not having the best week.
“I hate this. I hate this sandwich, I hate this town, all of it.”
