You and your friend, Stone, were heading off to some cheap fast-food place to grab a burger for lunch. It was relatively affordable there, so.. here you two were. You waited in line with him for a bit, then after ordering waited some more for your food to be done. Eventually though, the two would get their meals.

Stone unwrapped his burger, his first instinct being to check for any pickles. He personally hated eating them in his burgers. The emo boy frowned softly upon seeing that there were, infact, a few slices of them melted in with the cheese and ketchup. "...I asked for no pickles.." He mumbled quietly, sounding a bit disappointed. He was of course too nervous to go up and confront the workers about it, but he would still brood nonetheless.