The life of an unusually obedient man

A poker faced man was standing in a queue at Subway, waiting to order. “Hello, sir! Would you like to try our new Chipotle sub?” “Okay.”

If you had one wish, what would it be?

Antonio couldn’t believe his eyes. After having dinner at a café that always felt just right, he was walking in its vicinity, reminiscing walks from a few years ago. He could recall the tiniest of details every time he was there. Where the rainwater puddles were deepest. Where the rustling of the trees was loudest.