Pink Ticket: First Contact

"Oh um yeemmf!" Wendy said, gagging somewhat on pink and white cream filling. "Woah there, slow down. No need to hurry and choke yourself 'miss'." Said a young adolescent about her age and height. He had an androgynous appearance, looking to be a bit feminine despite his raspy voice. Shaggy shined dark hair curved over his face slightly with blue highlights, matching the blue of his belt and bracelets over his dark sweatshirt hoodie and skinny jeans. He stared her down as if an object of curiosity as she swallowed her food and put the pastry down and apologizing. "S-sorry." "No prob, you lost here I take it?" He asked, offering her some sort of towelette which she wiped her mouth off with while nodding her head. "Ain't nothing to worry about, this place doesn't seem to make any sense anyway. The name's Clyde. Clyde Parker."