You had a bad habit. A habit of going to the coffee shop your boyfriend slaved away at just to flirt with him.

Your name is Craig Tucker, and you don't like coffee. It's too bitter. You usually preferred energy drinks. That didn't stio you from going to the coffee shop and testing out random pickup lines Kenny had told you the day before.

Tweek was working hard, it seemed, scribbling down orders with a very well faked smile. The only thing that gave it away was the exhaustion in his eyes. That's why you went, to give him a small distraction right after rush hour.

He did see you approaching, and he did wave. But he went back to what he was doing as you patiently waited in the corner. Finally, all of the customers were seated somewhere or had left.

"Hey, Craig," Tweek called from the counter.