"Okay, but when's the last time you actually paid your electricity bills?"
Usnavi frowned, and I groaned. "'Navi, you're twenty-one! You've got to keep track of these things."
"I know, I know, it's just that Abuela usually does it... She must've forgotten or something." Usnavi sighed as he poured the coffee grinds into the machine. Thankfully, he had a generator, so the bodega was up and ready for business- two hours late.
I reached around Usnavi and pulled the refrigerator open, hoping for the blast of cool air that usually happens when I open the fridge. It didn't happen. "Usnavi, your fridge broke again."
He cursed under his breath, and I shook my head. "I'll go talk to Abuela, and you find some condensed milk, si?"
Usnavi nodded, still glaring at the refrigerator, and I walked out into the hot sun.
[a/n: this is super short, I know, but I really want to work on establishing the characters for a bit? but here's an update for now]