The Dairy Queen

The Interview

A/N Hey there! Penn here. This is my first attempt at this Wattpad thing. I hope you enjoy, I'd love to know what you think in the comments. All the chapters (except this one) has a song associated with it to enhance your reading pleasure. I'm putting it all in a Spotify playlist, let me know if you want me to share! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/296zCh35qRD5mvXXB6pUwn?si=d84dffaa565d4a0c

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"So, Violet, tell me why you want to work at Daddy's Dairy Bar?"

I hold back a giggle, that name is really something. I try and think of an answer other than, 'my mom is making me' for the middle-aged, balding, slightly-more-than-a-dad-bod manager conducting this silly interview.

"Well sir, I can't think of a more lively place to work at in the summer! I'm really looking forward to bringing that nostalgic feeling of fun to all the customers that come in after a long day at the beach!" My completely full of shit answer seems to satisfy him, the big cheesy grin on his face says it all.

"That is a perfect answer, do you have reliable transportation?"

"Yes sir, I do! I am pretty fortunate that my parents just bought me a car for my 18th birthday".

"Wow, that's great! I see here your availability is pretty open, so Violet just one more thing...when can you start?"

I shake the manager's hand and he takes me to the back room to give me my uniform. I tell him my size and he hands me the most ridiculous looking shirt, dress, and hat. Hat is stretching it, it's more like a bonnet. Basically I'll be scooping ice cream dressed as a 19th century German milkmaid, and a slutty one at that.

"Just get yourself a good pair of bloomers, there is a lot of bending down that comes with the job." He winks at me as he says this.

"what the fuck are bloomers?" I mutter under my breath.

"what's that," he asks.

"Oh, just saying I'll have my mom pick some up, you can get those at Target, right?" Fully grossed out, I chuckle nervously, give him a fake smile, and scurry back out into the lobby.

I'm rushing to walk out the door after thanking the manager one final time when, bam! I walk face first into someone walking through the door.

"Hey there, might want to watch where you're going, speedy" his deep voice, dripping with disdain, immediately sends tingles down my legs. I look up, a ways up as he has a good 8 to 10 inches on my 5 foot 2 inch frame. His eyes are the darkest chocolate brown and his full, slightly disheveled (in all the right ways) hair is almost black. I see he is dressed in black pants and a white short-sleeved button up. The shirt sleeves strain over his toned muscular arms, and his pants...lets just say they fit very, very nicely. The boys' uniform is so much more practical. His name tag says 'Damon' and I instantly know I am in trouble.

"I-uh-oh-I-I," fuck, spit it out Violet, "I'm so sorry, I-uh-ha, didn't see you there." I don't even wait for a response, I just push past him and fly out the door, through the parking lot and jump in my car.

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I turn on my car and crank the A.C. all the way up. My phone reconnects to the Bluetooth and WAP comes blaring through the car speakers. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths.

Tap, Tap, Tap

My eyes shoot open, "holy shit!" I jump out of my seat as I see Damon tapping on my car window. I quickly roll down the window, "what are you doing here", I snap, not really meaning to. Damon begins to say something and I jump again as I remember what is playing. Just as Cardi B is about to tell everyone what they can do with her Wet Ass Pussy, I turn the music down. "Sorry, sorry, what did you say?" I ask a bit nicer this time.

"A little jumpy, aren't you?" He asks with a smirk. I turn several shades of red. "You dropped this on your rush to leave the shop." He hands me the ridiculous cropped, puffy-sleeved uniform shirt, "I thought you might need it, you'd cause quite a scene if you showed up to your first shift topless."

I take the shirt and barely have time to shout, "thanks" as he heads back into the ice cream shop.

I back out of my parking spot and head out of the lot, but not before I take a glance into the shop and see Damon throwing on an apron and begin to scoop. "What I wouldn't give to be that ice cream scooper in his hands." Shit, I can't believe I just said that.

I take a right out of the parking lot and head down Beachfront Ave. I only live about 2 miles from Daddy's Dairy Bar, I could probably walk or ride my bike, but summers on Martha's Vineyard are no joke. I'd definitely get run over by some crazy woman from New York and her minivan full of children. I pull off the main road and down a couple of side streets until I reach our little Cape Cod style home. My mom is outside watering and pruning her beloved Hydrangeas for the millionth time today. We moved here about 8 months ago from western Mass. My dad got a teaching job at the local high school and my mom works remotely so, she can go pretty much anywhere.

"So, tell me how it went, did you get the job?" My mom asks a little too enthusiastically.

I hold up the hideous uniform and she gives out a little squeal of delight, "Oh my goodness, you are going to be just the cutest thing in that! We'll have to french braid your hair to complete the look!"

"Mom, I swear to God, there will be no enjoyment coming from this job or uniform. I'm going to go change and meet Ella at the beach, since apparently starting Monday I will be everyone's little ice cream bitch and won't have any free time." I roll my eyes and head inside.

"Violet! Language, please. Just be home in time for dinner!"

I run up the stairs and shut my bedroom door behind me. I toss my uniform on the floor and jump on my bed to do a little digging. I have no idea what Damon's last name is but on an island this small we are bound to have at least one mutual follower on Instagram. I open up the app and type in his first name. I scroll a little bit and my heart starts beating a little faster when I find his profile. "fuck, it's private." Well it looks like he graduated from Martha's Vineyard Regional High School two years ago, doesn't seem to have a college listed and we have two mutual followers. People I only really know in passing so adding him would be really stalkerish at this point.

I sigh and toss my phone on the pillow next to me. I close my eyes and all I picture is his face. His eyes, his full lips, strong hands. That hair, Jesus, I would run my hands through that hair all damn day. I start thinking about how it would feel to brush up against him, working so close together in that little ice cream shop, it's bound to happen. I may make it happen a little more than necessary. I fall deeper into my daydream and start imagining his face close to mine. Picture him seductively whispering in my ear, "can you pass me the sprinkles, Violet". Jesus fucking Christ, I'm a moron.

My phone buzzes, it's a snap from Ella. "Bro, hurry up. I have a good spot."

I snap her back, telling her I'll be there in 10. I throw on my favorite green strappy bikini. The one that makes my boobs look amazing. My ass doesn't look so bad in the high cut, cheeky bottoms either. I slip on a pair of short cut-off shorts and flip flops, throw my long blonde hair up in a messy bun. And run downstairs and out the front door.

We're only about a half mile from the beach so I jump on my bike and make my way down. I find Ella surprisingly fast. Although, I shouldn't be too surprised, being early June the summer season hasn't fully kicked in.

"Hey Ella, boy do I have tea for you."

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A/N Alright, so did I earn a looksie at Chapter two? I hope so, thanks for reading!