Voluntarily placing herself in a position that would force interaction with a large number of people was not Suran’s ideal afternoon. The optional sign-up, however, meant she really had no one else to blame but herself – and Evie (her ability to persuade the mutant was nearing mastery level in their time spent together). It took less convincing than it should have to work the shaved ice booth, but Suran’s affinity to the obvious and her idea that she could use this to her advantage and bring in the most sales during their shift were the main points in her positive column (on the ‘Do I Hate Myself Enough for This’ list created prior to booth commitment, of course).
A little over two hours in, standing beneath extreme heat that not even the booth’s shade could protect her against, and Suran was already regretting even glancing at the column at all.
Her irritability was such a natural trait that it didn’t take much for it to kick in. Seeking what mild relief she could by staying next to the ice machines and taking charge of putting the orders together, Suran still felt herself on the edge of snapping each time she felt a new trickle of sweat make its way down her warming skin.
“One passion fruit,” she pushed the shaved ice off into Evie’s hand as she finished shaping the last petal on the iced flower she’d decorated in the cup. “Please make sure they pay this time.” She watched Evie carefully, expression serious and threatening.
Suran’s sculpting abilities were impressive (she took pride in the beauty created with her ice) and she used it as a selling point for the booth, but Evie was slowly ruining her plan (even if unintentionally). The younger female was far too giving and her mood was considerably brighter than the grouchier booth worker. Suran had already caught her a few times just giving the shaved ice away.
It was seriously messing with Suran’s competitive side.
Turning back towards the machines, she quickly cleaned up and reorganized the flavors from the previous order and pulled out a new cup, just before grabbing a sneaking glancing over her shoulder to check if Evie was actually accepting payment.
