Working at the corner cafe - one of the few jobs you managed to pick up. As you're doing your rounds on the tables, you notice a familiar Chevrolet parked up outside. You also happened to notice a familiar ginger, sat in a two seater booth alone - eyes glued to you. You put on a smile and walk up to his table, notepad and pen in hand.

"I wanna buy you a classic white milkshake." he spoke, a wide grin on his face as he leaned his head on his hand, eyes glued to yours.