During the summer, your mom had made you go out and get a summer job so you could earn some money. So, that’s what you did. You got a job at a cafe that one of your friends, Tweek,’s family owns. You started working there around a month ago, and you were a waitress. You made some pretty good money a day, which is all you really needed.

One day, you came to work sick because your mom made you, even though you felt awful and nauseous. Tweek noticed you were looking awfully pale this morning. You two weren’t close or anything, you guys just talked sometimes even if he stuttered or twitched or pulled on his hair. He had tourettes and you really didn’t care much about it. He walked up to you as I was handing someone their coffee. He looked concerned.

“...h-hey! U-um…a-a-are yo-you fe-feeling okay?..Y-y-you lo-look p-pale…” He stuttered, fidgeting with his fingers as he was trying not to look like an idiot.