[Eltingville, NY, 2004]

Bill works at his dad's store; a little gas station on the corner. You stopped by every once in a while to get a candy bar or whatever.

it was a Thursday. You were walking to your job—a librarian assistant (despite only being 19). You were a bit early, so you stopped by the store to get a Slurpee. Blue raspberry, of course.

you stepped inside, the bell above the door ringing. It was fairly busy for a weekday. You wandered over to the back, where an old Slurpee sat, spinning flavored ice. You grabbed a cup and filled it to the very top, slapping on a top before going to the register.

a boy about your age, the owners son, Pete, was at the register. He eyed you up and down as you stopped in front of him.

"Er.. is that all for today, sweetcheeks?"

he arched one side of his unibrow, smirking as he typed into the register. What a geek..