It Started With Ice Cream

Prologue

I hear the alarm and the word that pops into my head is-

"NO!" I practically throw my arm at the bedside table,grabbing my phone. "Em, what the heck is wrong with you?" I ask myself, pushing my blanket off the bottom of my legs and running down the hall.

This was my morning. As a college student trying to pay her way through college because both of her parents are the best at being bitch-tastic, every morning for me was hectic. I pull on my pastel lavender shorts and a light green button up, attaching my purple and green tribal suspenders on. As running out of the house, a squeal following my every move, I'm braiding my hair.

I open the door to the shop, jogging to the back thanks to the no running policy. I never understood that, its a fucking sweets shop, kids get happy. "Sorry, Mary, slept late." I tell my manager.

She looks at me grimly. Why, of course. The grim look just seems to haunt me wherever the hell I plan to go. "Get to work."

I put a huge red bow in my hair and walk to the front desk. It was fairly decent game today- not too loud but not empty. A few people chatted, eating their ice cream, some being from my college. I begin making someone's order when the one who toppled my life over decided to enter. How gay.

"Excuse me?" He says, tapping the bell.

I don't even look at him. "If you can just give me a second, sir, I'll be right with you." I say, putting 4 red velvet cookies in a white glittery baggy for the customer before him. "That'll be 6 dollars, please." As the customer is rounding up her money, I can hear the bell repeatedly being tapped. I try to ignore it but it just starts literally chewing at the back of my head.

I turn to him, grabbing the bell. "Sir, can I get you something?" I say, giving him a forced smile. I take the money from the previous customer as thinking up every possible way to murder my current one and get away with it. 

"Yea, give me a second." I look at him with a glare which only falls because hot daaaammmn, this guy is niccceee. His dirty blonde curls fall messily around his head in perfection. He has gorgeous hazelnut eyes, long dark lashes, a perfect pair of lips and god-be-with-me, he has neck tattoos. "Excuse me?"

"Hm?" I say, breaking out of my small moment of trying to stay conscious. "Oh, yes?"

He smiles, popping his dimples. Ohmigosshh, he has dimples. "If your done fangirling over my tattoos and dimples..." My face straightens. "Can I get butterscotch?"

I blink at him in pure disdain. The cute ones are always fucked in the head. Always jacked the hell up. "Is that all?"

He shakes his head. "I just needed to know if you were done panicked on the inside. Can I also get 3 chocolate chip cookies?"

I run my tongue across my teeth, my habit of calming myself down. "Do you want a sugar cone?"

"I don't know..."

"I did not sign up for this." I mumble. Usually, working here is pretty okay. But thanks to bitchacho over here, I'm about ready to get suspended and flee the country after murdering him. 

His eyes steady on me. "Then what did you sign up for, Emilia?"

"H-How..." This day was getting more and more ridiculous. I've never met this guy before but he knows my name. Fuck him! "How do you know my name?"

He rolls his eyes. "Name tag, smart."

"Excuse me-" I dial it back in and he seems more and more amused, the more annoyed I get. "Sugar cone?"

He nods. "Sure." He shrugs. I click it in the computer. "Can you come order it to my table?"

I shake my head. "We don't..." But he's already walking to the fucking farthest table. I lick my teeth again, preparing his order. I grab a small cute plate, sitting 3 cookies on it and scoop his ice cream into the sugar cone bowl. I sit the sugar cone bowl into an actual glass bowl. 

I take it to his table, thinking of the million ways I could ruin his face. It'd be such a shame because this guy was ultra extreme mega fucking sexy but he ruined it. I do not like men who chose to ruin their beauty with cocky remarks. So what I was losing life because of your neck tattoos? Let me die, don't bring any attention to my fangirly moments. 

"Here you are, sir." I say, sitting the order down. "Have a good day."

He looks up at me smiling but I knew he was going to say something that was going to make me want to strangle him. "Your really beautiful, you know that?"

I almost faint. "W-what?" I ask, voice small.

"Yea. Your eyes really compliment your hair well and I love your lipstick. It looks like it suits your pretty well." My heart was just growing, I was ready to burst into giggles. "Too bad beauty doesn't come with brains."

Hold up, what? "What?" I ask.

"Yea, I mean your pretty and all but I can't eat ice cream without a spoon, can I?" He says with a proud smile.

I gasp, taking a dramatic step back to dramatize my offense. He just went there. "Excuse me, who do you think you are?"

He puts his money down on the table casually, standing which gave us about an inch of space apart. Too close. He smelled like vanilla and cinnamon but also cologne. "Just another customer. And also Mr. Irwins son, nice to meet an employee."

I look at the sign on the wall. 'IRWIN'S SWEET TOOTH'. "Oh...fuck." I say under my breath.

"Yep."

This is just peachy shit.

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I SAID I WASN'T GOING TO DO THIS BUT I WAS BORED SO I DID IT, I'M SORRY! I LOVE Y'ALL, PLEASE LOVE ME BACK!