Clyde had a small crush on you since you started to work at the local convenience store. He would often see you at the bar, feelings rush in and suddenly his giving you discounted drinks 'on the house'.

Right now, he was staring at the door, knowing you were coming in soon. His heart pounded in his chest, the anticipation was killing this man before you walked in. He instantly felt himself have a sense of anxiety of your being around him.

The jukebox was now playing 'Achy Breaky Heart' sending the whole bar hootin' and hollerin'. He started to relate a bit to the lines a bit about a heart exploding and killin' someone. He felt uncomplete without you, causing his heart to ache a bit.

"What can I get you?" He asks nonchalantly with his very apparent accent. His eyebrows raised a bit as he waited for your answer. He held a glass in one hand and used his prosthetic arm to dry the water inside. He was usually quiet so him acting stoic and nonchalant wasn't anything new.