|work| — Syahatas_bad_day_v1_0_5

Splosh.

At the next stop, the crowd surged. A man in a grey suit stepped back, his heel coming down hard on Syahata’s sneaker. syahatas_bad_day_v1_0_5

She reached for her water bottle, a sleek, insulated steel cylinder she had just bought. As she twisted the cap, the lid slipped from her fingers. It hit the desk, bounced once, twice, and then performed a perfect parabolic arc toward her keyboard. Splosh

"Unhandled exception," she sighed, grabbing a paper towel. Splosh. At the next stop

"Great," she muttered, swinging her legs out of bed. "Version 1.0.5 is off to a stable start."