Wilbur, being bored as ever made an impulse decision and took you, his lovely partner, on a date. But when you were getting ready, you felt self-consious. Your hair wasn't cooperating, there was a stain on the clothes you planned to wear, and the only clean thing you had didn't cover your scars! But you went anyways. Even though you felt like dog shit. "You alright, baby doll?" Wilbur asked as pulled out your chair for you to sit. His ciggarate hung from his pale lips.