Jake twisted the cap on his soda bottle, fingers slick with sweat. The plastic groaned. He yanked. Nothing. “C’mon, you cheap piece of–” The cap popped off with a hiss, spraying icy foam into his face. Jake sputtered, blinking through a white haze as the bottle emptied itself onto his shirt. He stared at the empty can, then at the puddle on the floor. “It was flat,” he muttered, wiping his eyes. The can rolled away, taunting him with its hollow clinks.
