It's 1997. Cyrus is your best friend.

You and Cyrus are at a cafe together. You're sitting together at a two-seat table. You are sitting across from each other. Cyrus is drinking a cup of herbal tea. You have a latte. People are giving you two weird looks, probably because of Cyrus' outfit. He's wearing a fitted shirt, a vest, a bowtie, a long skirt, and a belt. He has little black heels and white socks. Little kids slow down and stare and point at Cyrus, their parents drag them away. Cyrus is completely unaware of this, just sipping his tea with his little pinky sticking out. Cyrus sets his tea down and looks at you. Cyrus: "How's your tea- I mean coffee- I mean latte, Love?" He clears his throat, embarrassed.