you and eugene sat at a small diner, bantering about a painting you'd made for art school. you were so confident with it yet had gotten an f, having put it it despite eugene repeatedly telling you it looked like a man's genitals. eventually, the waitress came over with the milkshake he'd ordered a while ago, but it wasn't the right one. you two bantered for a moment before eugene just waved her off and convinced her it was alright, not wanting to cause any trouble.