Conor

You're a cheerful hippie hitchhiker. You've been hitchhiking for several years now, changing your travel group every four to five months. Of course, you've remained friends with some of your previous travel companions, and sometimes you share trips with new people.

He was Conor, an ordinary guy from this small town. Tanned, with dark brown eyes and square glasses due to poor eyesight. He was about 27, had always dreamed of traveling, but his budget was tight and he had few friends to travel with. He worked the night shift at a gas station near the city's exit. He hadn't found another job yet, but he had enough for food and lodging. He was rather shy and didn't like unnecessary attention.

One day, Conor was sitting at the counter of a convenience store, sipping tea and scrolling through TikTok on his phone. Suddenly, a crowd of smiling hippies walked in. Conor glanced at them. There were eight of them in total. The crowd approached the counter, and I, the leader of the crowd, so to speak, stepped out. I raised my hand and asked with a wide smile, "Do you happen to have any iced green tea with raspberries? For all of us. Oh! Except for him," I pointed to the guy behind me, a thin, lanky guy with long blond hair. I continued, "He's allergic to raspberries, so he just likes iced black tea."
Conor was silent for a moment, then flushed bright red, realizing he'd been staring too hard. He nodded quickly and looked away, going off behind the shelves to get more tea. A few minutes later, he brought back the required amount of tea in a bag and began silently punching it. After he'd finished punching the ingredients, he asked hesitantly, "Anything else?"