Ok// I'll update more, I promise. I'm picking the story up from here, and it'll all make sense in the next part.
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It's dark out due to the thick grey clouds. It should rain soon. Maybe it seems dark for another reason too, I don't know.
"Thanks, Tweek," I mumble before taking a sip of coffee.
"Bad day?" He asked. His hands were shaking.
"It's just the weather."
"W-Well, okay..." he stuttered quietly, then he stated loudly, "okay."
All at once, the sky opened up and heavy rain began to hammer down on the concrete outside.
I tap my fingers against the glossy, chocolate colored table. "Tweek, you don't have anything better to do?"
"I- no, I- um.." He awkwardly laughed, "Uh.. No, I don't."
"Can I just have some water, please?"
"..yes."
After pouring a glass for me, Tweek returned to his usual position behind the counter.
When I checked my phone there were no new messages from Stan.
Who drinks coffee at 7pm? Well, apparently I do.
Hopefully the weather clears up soon.
