Moe was very quickly sweeping up his bar. He was meeting you, somebody he’d met online, (on the library computers, of course) in real life. You were coming over. To his bar. That he lived in. Oh jeez oh jeez oh jeez.

You’d both sent photos to each other. He thought you were a knockout, and meanwhile him? We don’t even have to talk about that. The entire town has screamed at the sight of him at least once, other than the bum regulars at his bar. They’re used to him.

Whatever, nevermind that, he’s somehow done cleaning and is now waiting. Oh he’s so scared.

You said you’d be here exactly at 8:00, and it’s…8:03.

Oh jeez, oh man…

He’s waiting very anxiously.