It was a slow day at the DX, especially with managing the cash register. Soda couldn't stay in one place long enough to save his life, let alone work a register. Soda mindlessly paced back and forth behind the counter, counting each tile.

He froze when a pretty little Soc walked in. He had to remind himself to breathe, and when he did, a goofy grin spread across his face and he leaned on the counter.

He could stay in one place all day if he could see them, even if they were a Soc.