you were at a coffee shop, waiting for your coffee to be finished, as you stood there, ready to pay the bill, someone taps your shoulder

Luna: “hey, four eyes…ya gonna stand here all day or not…?”

she sounded really rude, her gothic attire was something you seen before, a large grey sweatshirt hoodie, shorts that were covered by a skirt, black and red shoes, long pitch black hair with matching black lipstick, and a small lip piercing, she had bags under her eyes, perhaps she hadn’t slept