SCENE: ice cream shop
TIME: evening••••••
Hey Kyle!
Hi, Camilla. I'm just closing up the shop.
Isn't it those two that usually close up the shop instead?
They had something on. I'm not quite sure what is it, but it seems urgent. Anyway, may I ask you why are you here other than buying some fat-free ice cream?
Well, it's because your boss kindly asked me to refill the basket of cookies.
Oh, so this is what the envelope is for? He'll entrust me with money for you but won't give me a pay rise...
Judging from your current position, I don't think you are eligible for one.
Are you saying I'm a bad worker?
I'm implying. Learn the difference.
There is no difference. Also, don't bloody hang up on me again.
Sorry, I had to strike off because I was wondering how we could bring in more money. Something big that people will come to and enjoy.
Why not a food sale then?
That is a marvellous idea!
Great.
You sound a little off.
[Kyle rolls his eyes as he wipes down the counter.]
I would support you, except that we'll need to spread word to about a couple thousand students, all whom by the way, do not know about our existence. It's like we are giant mammoths swarming with flies of awesomeness and no one can see it, because they think we are dead.
...how apt.
I'm creative when I'm tired.
Get some sleep, Kyle. Have you been playing Mario Kart all night?
Maybe.
Right, so I guess I'll see you tomorrow morning. I'm going to the local bookshop for their printing services for the flyers as well. Spread the word before you knock out, all right?
Please, tomorrow you'll find me slumped on the floor out cold.
Kyle. That's not funny.
Nothing's ever funny to you. I could be chased by a bear on one foot while singing Baby crankily and you wouldn't blink an eye.
Gosh, no. The bear would run a thousand miles the moment you open your mouth.
How sweet of the bear.
Look, I'm giving you three seconds before I drag your sorry ass over to your home, because you clearly need that beauty sleep.
More like handsome sleep. Hopefully tomorrow morning I'll wake up looking Prince Charming.
Either that or a huge panda.
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KurzgeschichtenWhen feisty (or high, depending) Camilla randomly peruses a number from the school directory to sell cookies, she ends up calling Kyle, a boy whom she has completely no idea how to deal with. Or rather, dial with. Things are going to get rather out...