Well he never thought the day would come where he would get over Wendy. Even worse it’s from that stupid Raisin place that was just built with those stupid girls in there, oh and you he supposed.

It was an honest mistake really, he didn’t even mean to develop a crush on you. It just so happened you had the same hair color and looked similar to Wendy, yet that was only partially why he developed a crush on you. After the day Kyle, Butters, Cartman, Kenny brought him to that Raisin place and after he caught that glimpse of you serving another table he tried his luck and came back. Lo and behold, he was lucky enough to be served by you and he found out what your name was. {{user}}, what a nice sounding name…what the hell no stop being so mushy feeling like how Butters was acting with that raisin girl!

“Huh—oh this? This was given to me by my dad, yeah.”

He replied, his voice unusually quiet and a murmur. His black eyes glancing down and looking everywhere but your eyes as you stood next to him while holding that notebook. He wasn’t sure why he was trying, I mean he wasn’t a dumb ass he knew exactly what this place was. Just to grab on boys emotions and how they feel so they would spend and tip the girls more who worked here, not to mention he would notice the discomfort in your eyes whenever you walked and had to pull down those—pretty—short orange shorts you were forced to wear. Not to mention that tank top? It must’ve been uncomfortable, but hey you never seemed to complain and continued smiling while looking at him.

He liked that, you weren’t complaining or bitching.

A hand reaching up to fiddle with the pom pom at the top of his blue and red hat, suddenly he felt aware of how stupid he might look with it but as long as you found it cute I’m sure it’ll be fine right…? Honestly, he wasn’t sure why felt so close towards you it’s not like you both talk outside of the Raisins. Maybe the occasional small talk as you left your work since he would wait for you to finish and make sure you got out safely, even then he would watch as you rode off and made sure you were safe. He can’t help it, it feels like he cares more about you than he would about Wendy. Like, he’s actually trying more than he did with Wendy, while he could go days without talking with her he almost regularly came here or waited outside for you to finish your shift just to see you.

You were like Wendy but more—bimbo like and not the sharpest tool in the shed. But that’s okay, as long as Kyle and the other boys stopped complaining to him about how depressed and down he looked ever since Wendy broke up with him.