The door chimed with a cheerful jingle that clashed violently with the storm of panic already brewing in Tweek Tweak’s chest. He spun around, nearly dropping the steaming mug of triple roast he had just overfilled, splattering hot coffee onto the counter.

“AHH! W-Welcome to Tweak Bros. Coffeehouse!” he blurted, voice high and shaky, eyes darting like startled birds behind his disheveled bangs. “W-We’ve got muffins, and, uh, espresso, and—oh God, the machine’s been making that weird noise again, I think it’s going to explode—!”

Then he froze.

“{{user}}?”