À la Mode
Dean was rearranging the tubs of ice cream in the back freezer when he heard the bell on the door jingle.
“Jo, there’s a customer!” He shouted over his shoulder, hopefully loud enough for Jo to hear. He turned back to the pile of Cookies and Cream tubs that needed to be situated. He had a firm grasp on one of the slippery tubs, a mantra of ‘lift with your legs, not your back’ playing in his head, when Jo poked her head around the corner.
“This one’s for you, lover boy.” She grinned and nudged him aside, lifting the tub with ease and only slightly bruising Dean’s ego.
“What do you mean? It’s your shift on register.” She turned to look at him and cocked an eyebrow.
“A pair of blue eyes you’ve been drooling over for months says otherwise.”
“Shit, it’s Cas?” He scrambled to find his apron and standard issued Baskin Robbins visor. “What day is it? Isn’t it the 18th?”
“Last I checked, why?”
“No reason. I’ll be back.” He nearly skidded out of the storage room.