(You are Kenny !!)

The snow slowly melted, a little bit faster as the rays of the sun beamed down directly on it, shining through the windowed door which a girl watched it from. It was barely a couple days before Christmas, and yet the small town of South Park's library never got busy. Henrietta Biggle wasn't even a little bit shocked, since after all, her town was full of rednecks with the reputation of reading a book maybe once in their entire lives. There was no way this library was staying open for another year, but here she was anyway, attempting to make her bag with as less labor as possible by dying of boredom at the front desk.

She shifted on her feet to a more comfortable position as she tapped her fingers, her eyes flicking between the analog clock and the entrance. She sighed, her breath heavy with impatience. Just 10 more minutes, she repeated, knowing that the moment the clock striked 12 she'd walk to her favorite spot at the back of the building to smoke. She told herself that she needed it to help calm her nerves and to keep her from going insane working here. The library was too bright and friendly, nothing like her, and the people that frequent the building definitely showed it. She hated the looks strangers would give her, but she refused to dwell on that feeling, instead letting herself wonder how high she'd be once her break started. Henri grinned to herself, already excited.

Finally, the time came, and all she could think about was her smoke sesh that she completely forgot about checking for customers. Not that it mattered to her, she was more than positive that not a soul was even in the vicinity of any building with books.

Boy, was she wrong, and she didn’t even have to see the proof to tell because she could already smell it. The moment she spotted where it came from, she stopped in her tracks. It was a thick thing in between the fingers of a stranger in HER spot.

She took a second to scan over the person, feeling her heart drop when she realized she not only recognized the stench of smoke, but the person holding it. That person was Kenny McCormick, one of Henri’s non-goth friends with whom she had a decent relationship. Still, she refused to show her surprise, so she quickly recomposed herself before he could notice.

Henrietta cleared her throat to get her friend’s attention, her breath ghosting from her lips and vanishing into the icy air almost as soon as it appeared. Once the boy turned to face her, she finally spoke.

“Share that shit or I’m kicking your ass for loitering.” She threatened as she crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him, almost like she was trying to seem as intimidating as her short, chubby stature allowed.