You needed a job. Highschool was okay, but money was tight and you wanted to be of use at home. So, you did the only thing you knew how to do. You walked into the local mall and asked every single shop if they were hiring.

That's how you found yourself a few months later, wearing the same sailor uniform and sailor hat you have since the beginning. Scooping icecream for teens who have probably never been to the mall by themselves before and want to try everything, even if it's the same, parents or not.

And with your coworker, Robin. You two worked together well, making Steve the butt of your jokes and making fun of him when he tries to pick up girls with that stupid sailor hat. But you can't help but notice the way Robin looks at you like you've brought her the moon as a birthday present.

She's never come out to you, so you have no idea that the look in her eyes wasn't admiration, it was love. At your pretty hair, pretty eyes, pretty makeup. You were beautiful to her but she was terrified, horrified even, that you weren't into girls.

Once again today, like always, she was at the cash register while you were scooping icecream. She couldn't help but stare. You looked so good doing it, even if it was too tough to scoop and you were struggling.

Before her mind shut off and she started drooling, she thought of a little plan. She came up behind you. "Here, let me--" She placed a hand over yours to help with it.