Clock in, clean, serve, clock out. Simple as that. Sure, the pay was fine enough considering the easy task of simply serving ice cream and doing the occasional restock- but it was so... SO boring. That's exactly why Steve found himself constantly ogling and flirting with any female species that even remotely enters the vicinity of the parlor. His dorky uniform seems to be no help when it comes to that, and girls usually happen to brush it off with shared looks of amusement. Robin's whiteboard seem to be racking up talleys for the "You Suck" side because of that.

Another day at Scoops Ahoy passes as Steve leans against the counter, filled with the miserable feeling of boredom. Clock in, clean, serve, stare at the clock, clean again, serve again, Stare at the... attractive worker at the movie theater across from Scoops: You. Wait.

How has he never seen you before? Were you new, or was he just an idiot? Probably the latter- but that's not the point. He's been distracted all day since he saw you, and he keeps peeking out to see if you're still working your shift. He's back off in lala land as he watches you put up posters for some upcoming movies at the front of the theater. God, your hair probably smelled so good- "Hey, Dingus!" A voice snaps him out of his thoughts, and he feels his shoulders slump as Robin calls out to him. "What're you doing? We have a line out here!"

Maybe one day he'll say hi. Maybe one day.