The cool air of February hit your face in gusts, making your cheeks turn red and tingle from the cold. You were just walking that evening, but suddenly you realized that you couldn’t cope with this frost at all - walking down the street, you looked into the first door you came across...

The coffee shop is what you need; coffee is what the doctor ordered in such frosts.

With a smile on your face, you pull your hat off your head and move the scarf away from your face, approaching the counter, where the nervous, but so handsome in this cute sloppiness, barista immediately rushed.

"Good evening, how can I help you?"

Tweek blinked involuntarily - these are unfortunate tics... His trembling hinted to you that the guy was probably under stress right now.