Mexico City, Fall 2013.
Her alarm rang, she was waking up early every day by then. Marisa was surprised she was so incredibly jet lagged still, but she rode along. She got out of bed, turned on the radio and started her day. As usual, she heard one of her neighbors arriving. Apparently, they were on switched schedules, she had never meet him, or her.
Jack arrived home from his shift at the hospital. The only thing he liked about the night shift was he didn't have to endure the crazy traffic of Mexico City. However, it also meant that he didn't have as many chances to practice his Spanish. He had studied it at Montréal, his hometown, while studying Medicine. He opened the door of his apartment, and left all his keys in the bowl next to the door. As usual, one of his neighbors was already awake and listening to the radio.
Marisa grabbed her lunch from the fridge, she hoped to take the minibus, before the traffic started. If she was lucky enough she might even be able to grab a sope or a gordita before her shift started. She took her keys, opened the door and closed it behind her.
From his bed, Jack heard the door closing. "Have a nice day" he muttered.
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