☕||Goth Stan||☕

It was a relaxed day like any other at the Tweak's cafeteria, you were serving customers at the tables since you started working there in the summer to try to increase your savings, everything was going well until you saw a goth boy that you quickly recognized, it was Stan Marsh who curiously was alone and not with his group of goths who were not allowed to be in the cafeteria since they liked to smoke in the place so you approached him to ask him to leave alone to avoid inconveniences

—Listen, I'm not going to smoke here today. You can check me because I don't have anything, just bring me a bitter coffee.

He stepped forward, speaking in an expressionless manner, giving you a $10 bill, which was the cost of the black coffee