𝕾𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 - [𝗦𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻]

𝐱𝐯. 𝘢𝘩𝘰𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴!

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 - ahoy ladies!

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 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐒 absolutely packed.

 Colourful teenagers with glistening jewellery dangling around their necks and wrists flitted from store to store. Children giggled and ran around as though it were a park; their icecreams dribbled down their fingers and splattered onto the ground in sugary, sticky puddles.

 Scarlet had beelined for Burger King, her nose following that salty scent of patties and fries as though they were signals in the sky. The line was absolutely horrendous; it twisted and twirled like coiling vines striding up a trellis and took well over twenty minutes to finally die down.

 With a piping hot paper bag stuffed with burgers and fries, and a hand clutching a little tray of assorted milkshakes, Scarlet trudged through the mall with elbows tucked close; the scent of sweet perfume wafted by, and a cluster of kids skipped closer to the toy store a and a gaggle of giggling teens gathered like a pack of chittering animals.

 The glaring sign for Scoops Ahoy was like a beacon glinting high on the wall, pulling Scarlet ever closer. Steve's voice met her ears, his bored drawl as he asked for customer's orders and huffed and puffed his way through dotting sprinkles atop assorted ice creams or squeezing syrups until they dribbled down a cone and splattered on the counter in pitiful piles.

 Scarlet would have usually bypassed each and every sugar-hungry customer and trailed well into the back of the store. This time, however, she merely waited patiently behind each of the chattering kids, or the lovey-dovey couples hoping to share a banana split.

 One by one the customers left the store with their sweet desserts and multitudes of toppings in hand... Just two teenage girls were left, obscuring Scarlet from Steve's view. As ever, Steve Harrington stuck a smile on his face and did his utmost to draw the girl's attention to him...

 Soon enough they were giggling to one another, whispering about the idiot behind the counter. There was a sudden urge alighting within Scarlet... one that begged her to twist a crimson coil around their ankles until they toppled to the ground.

 She restrained herself as their laughter faded from earshot.

 Steve was leaning on the counter, his head firmly planted within his hands. The sailor hat atop his head was sliding off, and it soon toppled beside him in a pathetic little lump.

 Scarlet smothered her lips with her prettiest smile, plump lips tugging so very high that her cheeks rose along with them. Dimples dug into her skin as she stalked forwards, planting an elbow on the sticky counter while her chin found her palm, squishing her cheeks further.