Ding Ding.
The bell positioned in front of the front door rang as someone entered the shop. He didn’t bother to turn around as he continued to rinse off the sugar coated ice cream scoops that were left in the sink.
“we’re closed.” Harry said monotonously to the late night visitor.
“That’s not what your sign says,” A female voice carried across the counter he stood behind. “Besides it sounds like you’ve been here for a while and you could use some company.”
Harry turned around to face the girl and placed his hands on the counter in front of him, a small smile of his own playing on his lips.
"It's on me."