What came next for his life was unexpected. To simplify it in a single sentence, he was launched into a small exposure of fame.

Turns out, the slightly grumpy customer from before had a high position in the company he was working in. From his own words ;

"I was looking for a quiet place to chow down, no people, no noises and your stall fits the bill. The simple chairs and tables set up provided me a relaxing lunch before going home. So, thanks for that, and I'll call a few more of my friends down if I can as long as you keep making those strange subways".

His subways were strange? That, was the takeaway he could glean from the anecdote. Though he would debate on the nature of the taste, he rather liked the steady state of income they provided.

Not long after that, more customers came and tasted his subways, rumours spread like wildfire as varying reviews were given about his food.

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One claimed his subway made her wept and soon called her family for a family reunion with the same food she was having.

Another said eating the sandwich caused him seeing visions, visions of future and the past and all beyond. Strangely, many gave thumbs up to this review.

The review that said it helped with transcending humanity brought a tiny smirk on his face, what strange people that go to his stall.

And he was a stranger one for serving them their food.

Most of the reviews were like those three, switching back and forth between gratitude, mystifying, and puzzling. A small community in the internet forums popped up to catalogue and debunk the list of effects his subways had.

Pushing the side button to turn off his phone, he contemplated his current situation.

Although it was a small boon to have an increased revenue, he worried what it entailed. A tiny whisper came into his mind, with it, worry over many things that had yet to come, will or will not come, but he muted the voice before it grew big enough to consume him.

Life wasn't excessively about worrying for the future, he learnt that lesson a long time ago.

Nothing extraordinarily bad would happen to a humble subway maker, right?