"G-Gene calm down!"
"I CANT BE CALM! IM COLD!" The junior hissed angrily at his gothic rose. When he had taken a sip of his 'coffee', it had been so cold that it had surprised him and made Gene spill the freezing beverage all over his favorite skull shirt. He snarled, trying to wipe the black substance off of his white shirt, luckily it didn't seem to stain the black skull but it still was cold. Zane meanwhile was trying to calm his larger older friend.
"U-Um...do you need more napkins..?"
"No I am fine! Nghh...sorry for yelling Rose..." Gene groaned, sitting back and cringing from his now damp cold shirt.
"Rose? Why do you keep calling me that? I ain't a flower.." Zane asked, tilting his black haired head and blinking. Gene didn't seem to react, and simply tilted his black haired head back with a sigh. After a few minutes of the uncomfortable silence, the red haired waitress known as Andila came back, a wide sweet smile on her freckled tanned