WARNING: Mature readers only. Read at own risk. Stories contain even amounts of fluff and graphic smut. The Farther you read into the collection the more descriptive it gets.
COVER ART WORK IS MADE BY ME, ITS MY TAKE ON NICK AND CHARLIE.
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I yawned stretching my arms up and wide as i sighed, before unlocking the door, walking in and switching the light on. The smell of vanilla bean and cotton candy in the air, I sighed.
Okay okay.. that's always a plus in the morning. I set my stuff down in the back where the lockers were, taking my raincoat off. The weatherman said we're suppose to have some kind of storm soon? but so far it's just been very cloudy.
My coworker came in , Starbucks in her hands, I went into the office and switched the music over the speakers on, so we could listen while we set up shop. "NNNNickkkk" I heard her sing from the front end, I laughed walking out to greet her. "I'm assuming one of those is for me?" I said peering at her from across the store , we stood behind the refrigerated counter. She grinned coming up to hand me it, I laughed taking it. "Thanks, I needed this, I was up so late studying last night " I dropped my head in defeat.
"Nick it's the middle of August. How are you still studying during break?!!" She gave me a look, sipping her iced coffee. I shrugged, "I wanna be prepared " I said taking a sip of my own drink.
"How much do I owe you?" I asked taking my wallet out. She scoffed, "What? Nothing, don't worry about it" she smiled setting up the register . I laughed, "Okay , fine.. but next time is on me" I said shaking my head, as I put my apron on over my head, and then tied it around the front of my waist.
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Few hours later
It was rush hour as we hurried around the shop, a line of customers were waiting. My coworker was on register while I was making the ice cream orders, we had another coworker that was usually there to help but she quit weeks ago. So me and Tara have been struggling since, hell, we even had a "Now Hiring" sign in the window but no one was interested yet. . .
I scooped up the rest of the mint chocolate chip from the container and put it into a cup, topping it with whip cream and our signature sprinkles , sealing it as the customer watching me, annoyed.
We were behind.
It was hard not to be during rush? Some people understood and felt bad, saying not to worry, they were understanding. And then we had customers who could care less.
Finally we got the line down after awhile, the hottest part of the day nearing an end at sunset. The ice cream shop, also known as Heavenly Sprinkles , was filled with sunlight , the storm clouds were finally parting.
The walls of our ice cream shop were painted light blue with ice cream cones and sprinkles falling from clouds painted on them. A few customers trickled in and out at golden hour. "Hey we ran out of cookie dough, I'll be right back!" I called to Tara, she gave a thumbs up as she typed into the register's computer.
