Although the crowds of strangers overwhelmed him, Tweek tried to find his center. If he did a good job today, then his parents wouldn't have to sell him into slavery. He bustled around for orders, scribbling anxiously into his small notebook. It was tiring work. Tweek sighed. Knowing that his father had to pick up the special ingredient meant that he had to take the role of waiter.

Tweek was spared a moment to catch his breath. He felt pleased that he had served all of the customers with little problem. Maybe his anxiety was finally improving. He let loose a smile.

Tweek heard the bells of the front door chime, indicating more visitors. He turned to the door, greeting the new customer. It took a moment for him to register, his eyes widening and suddenly feeling dread return.

It was Craig.

The relationship between him and Craig had been odd ever since they became fake boyfriends. He couldn't tell if Craig knew it was fake or not.

Tweek gulped thickly. He could do this. He had to.

He stood at the front counter and waited for them to approach.

"Augh, hey Craig," He anxiously twirled his pen in the clammy hands, "What can I get for you?"

Tweek tried his best not to lose it when he noticed Craig was staring at him. Jesus. Tweek hadn't paid mind to his appearance until now. He was wearing a pink apron with the shop's logo on it. Under that, he wore a green T-shirt, which revealed his frail arms. He looked down and tried not to pay attention to Craig's eyes. If he said anything, he would get in trouble for sure.

Tweek grunted quietly as his pen hovered above the paper. He just wanted to take the order to make him leave, but it was futile as Craig was still deciding.

"Okay, I've decided."

Tweek signed gratefully. He slowly forced himself to face Craig.

"What can I get y- JESUS CHRIST!" Tweek jumped back as he noticed Craig's phone pointed at him. Any amount of calmness he had was immediately lost as he lost his center. Tweek shook with anxiety and his face erupted into a blotchy red.

"What?" Craig mumbled in a monotone voice. He shoved his phone back into his jacket. Tweek's fingers wrestled into his hair and subconsciously began pulling.

"Why did you take a picture of me?! AGH! You can just-!"

Tweek felt a hand sit on his shoulder and he jumped, letting out a squeal.

"Tweek, honey, is there a problem?" His mother smiled delicately, but Tweek could tell it was a warning. His shoulders sunk as he shook his head. This was an argument he would undoubtedly lose. His mother smiled victoriously.

"Alright, then don't be bother to the customers."

Tweek watched as she walked to the room marked Employees Only, leaving him alone.

He sighed and tried to compose himself as he turned back to Craig.

"Okay, s-seriously, what do you want?"

Craig was quiet for a moment.

"I don't want any coffee. It tastes like shit anyway."

Tweek fell into a dumbfounded silence. He only knew of one thing: Craig Turner can piss you off to the point where you aren't even mad.

"Then… What… What do you want?" Tweek sighed.

"I want," Craig guided Tweek's chin up until their eyes met. "That pretty little voice you have yelling my name all night long."

Tweek barely contained a screech as he jumped back.

"J-Jesus Christ, Craig!"

Craig let a snicker erupt from his throat.

"Ah, I'm just kidding. See you around, Tweek." Craig walked out of the cafe, leaving Tweek more red than a cranberry.