ashby mintz was one of the most beloved boys in his local highschool-- but he also worked at the retro ice cream shop owned by his uncle, retro n' cream, along with his dark-haired, menace of a twin brother-- elijah. they were polar opposites, clearly-- ashby was like a sunshine boy, and elijah was what anyone would think of when they thought asshole with a leather jacket. but they got along, for the most part, in and out of their little part time job. elijah would flirt with customers and ashby would try and just do his job to the best of his abilities for a bit of that good ol' extra credit.

the summer season right before summer holidays ensured that the ice cream parlor was packed to the brim at all times, with people seeking refuge from the burning rays of the sun and compensation for the fluid wasted on sweat, which meant ashby was worked overtime.

well, they made their afterschool job work. well, ashby made it work.

he was leaning against the counter as he waited for the next customer, tapping a orange pen against his faintly stubbled chin (elijah had knocked his shaver behind the sink and he was too scared of the spider to fetch it before school) as he read over his homework while manning the till. when you approached, his eyes lit up and he instantly set down his homework, tucking his pen behind his ear.

"afternoon, sugar." he greeted, wrinkling his freckled nose lightly. "what can i get you?"