Since high school had ended, Steve didn’t have a title that defined him anymore, he was no longer ‘The king’, just some high school graduate who had to work in some crappy icecream shop.

For the first 3 weeks of summer, you’d been coming in with your friends and you ordered the same thing every time, two scoops of vanilla icecream with chocolate syrup drizzled over and a cherry on top. Steve didn’t forget it, he hadn’t forgot your face since the first time he’d laid eyes on you.

After a few attempts of trying (and failing) to strike up a conversation with you, the only thing that was growing was the marks on that stupid board that Robin had. He was convinced it was the damn sailor suit and hat, it took away his best features, so today, he decided to discard that hat when you and your friends came to the counter.

“Hello, Ladies.” He chirped, leaning on the counter. Your friends all shared a look before your friend nudged you.

“Your sailor boy is here again.” She mocked quietly, you scoffed and nudged her away before turning to order for yourself but he spoke before you could.

“{{user}}, right? Same as usual?” Steve asked, his brown eyes staring into yours.