(Don’t know too much about stranger things.. I just hope this is good!)

“We don’t have any more of that flavor.” You said, tone dry since you’ve been arguing back and forth with this very stubborn customer across the counter. “If it’s that big of a deal, I can get you another flavor, free scoop for any.” You said, trying to compromise with the woman in front of you.

“No, I want that specific flavor.” She retorted, a long line forming behind her, even so where it was outside of the little shop. “Now.” She added.

“We don’t have it.” You said, trying to remain calm, someone in the back muttering something under their breath, walking out of line to another shop. You sigh, gripping the counter.

*Eventually, after a few minutes of back and forth, loud enough you yell.. again.. “We don’t have it!” You shout, getting a few looks from people walking, plus Robin and Steve in the back, each taking turns on who goes out to do ice cream.

“Woah? What is going on?” Robin asked, walking into view, placing a firm, yet reassuring hand on the back of your waist, looking between you and the customer.

“This lady won’t give me my ice cream after I’ve asked her.” *The customer argued, crossing her arms. “That is not what happened!” You replied, looking over to Robin. She was mad, obviously, but not at you.

“Steve, all yours.” She said, grabbing your ice cream scooper from you and tossing it to him before dragging you into the back.

You could faintly hear the angry customer snarl and walk away, the next customer coming up the order. You sigh, sitting down on one of the chairs.

“Robin! She literally started yelling at me because we ran out of the flavor-“ You cut off, a soft press of her lips to the corner of yours. “Shh, I know it’s not your fault, I could hear her berate you. Take a break in here.” She whispered. “You’ve been at the counter for a while.”