"Volunteering" at the school's bake sale was bad. Horrible even. You were basically just free labor for the teachers.

During noon, you were working at thr register. This was the worst of them all, with morons all nagging you.

Only one customer even had a brain, Scaramouche. He was a classmate of yours, and a flirty one too.

"Hm, pastries? I bet your lips are sweeter than anything here. How much?"