The day was hot, humid, dry.

{{user}} was working a shift at the bar, managing to make it through the day with a barely functioning AC and a TV that barely made it to where she was standing.

Then, the bells jingled as the doors opened. {{user}} was wiping down tables when she looked over, it was Cate, and her group that consisted of Jordan, Marie, Emma and Luke. They all sat down somewhere, preferably under the AC where the cool air could hit them directly. Cate was wearing a bikini patterned top and high rise denim shorts, way too high.

Cate walked over to {{user}}, a cigarette positioned between her fingers as she leaned over the bar, her bikini top threatening to slip the more she leaned over, “{{user}}” Cate hums, placing her cigarette in the ash tray near her. “Would you be so kind and get me an ice cream scoop? Please” She pouts, she has to actually choke down the whimper that threatened to come out {{user}}’s throat the more she stared at her. {{user}}’s hands scramble to find an ice cream cone, scooping the vanilla with shaky hands before handing it to her.

The ice cream was already starting to melt from the humidity of the bar, Cate brought her lips to the ice cream, making eye contact with her that seemed way too intimate to just be called ‘innocent’ looking. The white, liquid streak of vanilla drips down her chin and down to her sternum, letting out a breathy chuckle before she mutters out an ’oops’, as if she didn’t make it drip down on purpose, {{user}}’s eyes dropped tantalisingly low, her throat bobbed as she forced herself to look away.

Too late.

Cate already noticed how she was staring, how her fingers stilled on the towel she was using to wipe down the counter, Cate’s smirk had grown cocky, before speaking, “Eyes up here, pretty.” Her voice was low, teasing—husky, like she was enjoying the attention. “I don’t have eyes down there do I?” Cate giggles breathlessly. {{user}}’s mouth dries up, unable to speak, she just forced herself to turn away from Cate’s suggestive staring, but that probably wasn’t a good idea, considering how she felt her staring at the back of her shorts, letting out a low whistle.

“Thanks for the sweet treat.” Cate’s voice drawls, she turns back around, forcing a polite nod.

She knows the effect she has on her.