WRIST PAIN WAS anabsolute bitch in Luna's opinion, she liked working at Scoop's Ahoy with her friends but good lord did her hand hurt after countless scoops of ice cream. She had been working since 1:15pm and it was 7:34pm, the mall closed at 9pm so it was almost time for her to head home for the night. She handed the kids infront of the register their ice cream and watched as they walked out of the parlor with their cold treats.
She cradled her wrist in her hand and hissed in pain as she noticed the pale skin painted slightly red from being so sore. She felt a hip bump into hers lightly and she noticed Robin standing next to her.
The baby blue eyed girl gave her a sympathetic smile as her eyes flicked at her wrist, "I can take over at the register, go and get yourself some ice."
Luna smiled gratefully, "Thanks, Robby."
Robin inclined her head, "No problem, Nara." Robin had given her the nickname Nara once she told her that her birth nane was infact Lunara Mayfield and not just Luna like everyone thought.
She pushed the back door with her arm and walked to the back, just when she was about to grab some ice Steve tapped her shoulder, she turned to him and saw he had an ice pack in his hand. She smiled in thanks and plucked the pack from his hand and placed it against her wrist.
"Thanks." She replied before letting out a hiss from the feeling of coldness from the ice pack.
"You know, if your wrist hurts all the time from scooping you don't have to do it." Steve says to her with a sympathetic glance, "I said you were on register and only register for a reason, Moon."
She finds her red vans on her feet very interesting as a smile found it's way upon her lips, she loved that nickname he gave her. "I know, but I really don't mind it. It's just a little bit of pain, you don't have to worry about it."
Steve let's out a sigh before he places his hand on her shoulder, she ignores the shock of electricity that soared through her veins from the feeling of his touch. "You say that everyday and it never gets better, I just don't want you to hurt yourself."
Luna grins teasingly at the taller boy, "Is Steve Harrington worried about little ol' me?"
Steve frowns and his brows contract in worry, "I'm serious, Luna."
