Iced coffee. Even though it's a little chilly today, Mia can't resist getting her favorite drink. Not only does it have enough sugar and caffeine to get her through the day, but it also takes her a long time to drink due to her taking small sips.

Mia approaches the barista. He gives her a kind smile. "Hello! What can I get for you today?"

"A caramel frap, please."

"Will that be all?"

She nods. "Name?" he asks, tapping on the screen in front of him.

Mia gives her name and pays. She waits a couple of minutes at a vacant table before her name is called. She approaches the drink.

As her hand grasps onto the cold cup, another hand slips a straw into it. Mia looks up to see a girl, who is far taller than her due to a pair of two-inch heels, glowering over her. Mia stares at her, confused.

"What are you doing?" Mia asks. "This is my drink."

"Funny." The other girl crosses her arms. "The name on my drink is Mia, too."

She raises a brow. What are the odds? Both named Mia and she ordered a caramel frappuccino? Wouldn't the barista have requested a last name or something so that this kind of mix up wouldn't occur? She finds this story to be incredibly fishy.

"Look, I have work in ten minutes, so I would really like it if you'd let me take my drink so that I can go," Mia says calmly.

The other girl laughs incredulously. "And you think I'm not doing anything?  Look, I probably do way more important work than you. And I definitely ordered before you, so your drink must be coming later. I'm taking this and going."

This argument lasts for another few minutes or so. They only stop when another "Mia" is called. The two girls look at each other. They then smile and each grab a drink for themselves.

"I'm sorry," Mia says. "It's just so early in the morning."

The girl laughs. "Definitely. I hope that you enjoy your coffee. Maybe we should get some together one day? It would be way more fun than arguing over it."

Mia and the girl exchange numbers. The girl and Mia both leave the coffee shop. Mia heads to work and makes it on time, the iced coffee argument becoming a thing of the past.

***

"Well," you say, leaning back in the chair. "That was interesting."

"But the crisis was averted, fortunately," Grace replies. "There is still more to do during the day. Do not worry, you're doing well."

You aren't sure if you are or not. You thought this was just a fun game, but Mia looks so real. And why would something as boring as going into a coffee shop and two girls arguing be the start of the game? You start to get nervous. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe I should leave...

The door swings open. You jump out of the seat in shock. A man with a professional suit and nice-looking hair enters the room. On his chest is a name tag that says "GREG: PATHWAYS FILL-IN." Very specific.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" the man demands.

Without thinking, you push the man away and run out of the room. You head up the elevator and search for your touring group, trying to forget about Grace and Mia.

Congratulations! You just got the WHITE GIRL PROBLEMS ending! Go back to "1. Morning" in order to try again!

Ending: 11/19