Mystic Messenger High School AU
Word Count: 1,416
Your first day at the ice cream shop, but guess who else works there…
It wasn’t like you at all to be late, but you found yourself in this exact predicament as you ran down the paved sidewalk towards the ice cream shop. One of those days you thought with certainty you set your alarm on your phone. Luckily you awoke just in time, throwing on a v-neck and some shorts you found on the floor before grabbing your sketch book. He said it was never busy, so you figured you’d have some time to kill during your shift.
What a great impression for your first day; you thought, huffing to blow the bangs out of your eyes. The bell above the door rang out as you entered. The smell of sweet sugar hit you immediately when you walked in. It brought on a sense of nostalgia, similar to walking into a candy store.
It was empty inside except for a single mans figure. He was leaning back in a seat reading, his feet set upon the table in front of him.
“You’re a tad late,” his voice called out from behind the book which hid his face.