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“What’s your name?” The barista asked.
“Uh… Clyde.” He said, then realized he might’ve sounded stupid, having to think what his own name is, so trying to slightly change the subject he added; “What’s yours?”
The barista gave him a raised eyebrow and a half smirk before showing him he just had to write his name on the cup. “It’s Tweek.”
Clyde felt even stupider now, both because he didn’t realize what the barista - Tweek - meant, and because he just now realized Tweek had a tag with his name on it.