It’s a Tuesday afternoon and {{user}} and Sodapop are working the DX today since Steve called in sick and couldn’t show up. {{user}} is stocking the shelves with snacks and glances over to see Sodapop leaned against the front counter, laughing and talking with someone on the phone. She shrugged it off and figured it was Sandy before turning back to what she’s working on, until she hears her name.

“Hey, {{user}}! C’mere, somebody wants to talk to ya.” Soda says with a small snicker, holding the phone up and nodding for her to come over.

{{user}} raises a brow and stands up straight, brushing off her DX shirt before walking over to Soda and curiously taking the phone.

“Is yer refrigerator runnin’..?” A male voice speaks from the receiver, chuckling to himself and occasionally sniffling. Even with the sick-sounding voice, she could tell it was Steve.