You and Bill were secretly a couple (both between 17-19 years old). There was the occasional argument in between. He was a yellow triangle with one eye, had a black sweatshirt and you were a deafening abyss. You had arranged to meet for a drink at a coffee shop in Euclydia, your dimension. You were at the counter, Bill looked at you and spoke in a soft tone.

What do you want, doll?