I was now currently at work, and it was literally the worst thing in the world.
Thankfully, though, I had my second best friend alongside me today.
It was a regular Baskin Robbins, with the ice cream laid out in large rectangles, and the toppings and different syrups on a large chalkboard behind us. I worked at the register while my friend worked at the ice cream.
Business had been slow, per usual, and I straightened the boat shaped hat that sat on my head.
The bell at the front door dinged, as I waited for them to come to the counter before lifting my head.
My eyes were met with all too familiar Hazel ones. Nothing was different about him except he had a girl practically leeched to his side.
His eyes widened and he flicked them to the girl next to him, urging me not to talk about what happened a couple days ago. I sighed before talking in my fake perky voice, along with a forced smile.
"Hi, welcome to Baskin Robbins! What can I get you today?"
They told me their orders and I typed them into the touch screen register monitor, nodding when they added something.
"All right, does this look correct?," I turned the screen around so they could read it before nodding. "That'll be $15.87. What will the name be for the order?"
"Ashton," the Hazel-eyed boy answered, getting out his card. I swiped it before tearing the receipt out of the machine, handing both back to him. They turned around and sat across from each other at a table next to the wall.
"Cas, a little help here," Margo impatiently said.
"Shit, sorry," I apologized, grabbing a second scoop and working on Ashton's order while Margo took care of the other girl's order.
"Have they ever been here before?," Margo asked.
I shook my head. "I don't think so. I'm pretty sure we would have remembered. This place barely gets any business anymore as it is."
She nods, finishing the unknown girl's order just as I finished Ashton's.
I grab them both and place them on the counter. "Order for Ashton," I call out unnecessarily. They could have just waited at the counter, instead of going to the very fucking back.
He walks up and takes the two orders before retreating to his girlfriend? gal pal? date? I didn't know what she was to him, and not knowing her name didn't help.
Margo sighed, looking dreamily at the couple. "I wish I had their relationship."
"Margo, they're out for a date. We don't know their status."
She shrugged. "So? It'd still be nice if I had someone that attractive taking me places and buying me shit."
"You're acting like he's her sugar daddy."
"He might be! She doesn't look any older than 18."
She was right. The girl had a model-like body, with straight blonde hair that reached just above her butt. She was pretty, tan, and everything boys wanted in a girl. It made me extremely self conscious. They were the most attractive couple I'd ever seen. I hate them.
"They look like they could be a famous power couple or some shit," I commented.
Margo nodded, her dark brown hair bouncing up and down, light brown eyes wide.
Margo also made me extremely self conscious. She's Latina (Puerto-Rican to be exact), and a little bit taller than me, with a thin body and a face that screamed "I'm cute but I could murder you if I wanted". Some people find the whole brown hair, brown eyes thing boring, but she could make anything look alive. Her fashion sense was killer, too.
