“Now... What to wear?”

 Danny wore a black t-shirt with sweatpants and sneakers which would deteriorate at any second. But they were the nicest pair he had.

He walked glumly to the kitchen, looking for anything edible enough to be breakfast. He opened the fridge, leaning in as the cool air washed over him, but the usual suspects—milk, a few eggs, and a half-eaten loaf of bread—didn’t spark any real excitement. He sighed, closed the door, and reached for the cupboard instead, fingers tracing over boxes and jars as he mulled over his options. Cereal? Toast? A granola bar, maybe?

Danny eventually settled for... nothing.

 He wasn’t really hungry and payday was just around the corner. Stocking up on noodles and all cheap convenience foods was on his mental check-list the day he got paid.

Right now... Maybe he could go on a diet.

He grabbed his keys and threw a rucksack over his shoulder, ready to leave. He locked the door to his dingy apartment.

Danny took a short glance at his phone whilst taking long and quick strides to his car. “8:37, still more than enough time.” He got in his car...

His first class was around nine thirty and it was just a twenty minute drive so Danny felt at ease and happy that at least for once today something went according to plan.