alice blew a stray piece of hair out of her face as she scooped ice cream into another tub and handed it to the customer with a smile. when her uncle had called her up asking for a favour, she shouldโve had the foresight to cop on to the possibility it was going to be something to do with the shop. donโt get her wrong, the shop held great memories for her, and sheโd drop anything to help any of her family, but she doesnโt quite remember the uniforms being this flamboyant when she worked here in the summers.
adjusting the waffle cone hat on her head and tucking the hair that had escaped her ponytail behind her ear, she looked up from the counter and straight into a familair face.ย โ NOT A WORD, โ she warned, holding the ice cream scoop ut in front of her.ย โ or iโll show you what we learned in theย โimprovised weaponโ part of training. โ
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