Post by cara june bainbridge on Oct 6, 2019 12:30:58 GMT -7
The ice cream shop should have been busy today since it was a Saturday, but somehow Cara seemed to have completely missed the memo that it was going to be a dead day. If she had to take a guess, it was probably due to the impending rain that the clouds had been threatening to drop all day. They had been menacingly dark all afternoon and as evening approached there was quite literally no change in the light coming through the front windows of the shop. The lack of business had sent everyone but her home. Being the new hire meant that she drew the short straw whenever something like this happened and she was responsible with operating the front all by herself until one of the Fortescue’s appeared from the back and locked up at the end of the day. Thankfully there was always one of them around to help in case the entirety of Diagon Alley decided to get ice cream at the same time. There were strange trends where that would happen from time to time. A rumor here or there about some new flavor being released would draw the hordes and give her an instant headache. Especially when the ice cream they had stocked for the day were the usual drab flavors.
The last customer Cara had seen was about two hours earlier, so she had shifted gears completely from work mode to lazily leaning in a chair behind the counter whilst reading a book she brought from home. She had already cleaned the entire shop from top down in anticipation that there wouldn’t be anyone else for the rest of the day. Now all she had to do was count down the last few hours’ worth of minutes until it was time to clock out. There were two ways that the end of the day could go: she would either quietly finish the book she was reading, and then go home, or she would get a slow trickle of customers coming in. And knowing her luck, those would be the kinds of customers that would bring in two screaming toddlers who only wanted manila (vanilla) ice cream, and then throw it onto the floor once they got it. The only respite from a situation like that would be if it started raining, because no parent in their right mind would drag children around in the rain just to get ice cream. At least she hoped now. Hoping for the soft patter of rain drops against the windows was the only thing Cara currently wished for as she stuck her nose deeper into her book.
Calliope Ivory Fleming ● 444 ● The Dreaded Mystic Abyss by Shadow Of Intent
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