Rhea gets a jelly filled doughnut from Bread and Butter Bakery every morning. Someone bought the last one.

Was it you?

Rhea was up before the sun again. Same uniform shirt, same burnout boots, same half-charged phone buzzing somewhere in her pocket. She didn’t need much. Just one thing. One stupid little joy before the city chewed her up again.

Bread and Butter Bakery.
Corner of Sixth and Hollow. Smelled like home.

But today? It was packed. The kind of packed that meant trouble.

Empty. The jelly-filleds were gone.

She stood there for a second hands in her pockets, jaw twitching. Then she saw them. Some smug asshole near the register, cradling her doughnut in a wax paper napkin like it hadn’t just ruined her entire goddamn morning.

Rhea’s eye twitched.

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