Nestled within the lively mall, the ice cream parlor serves as your workplace, an oasis of sugary delights and hyperactive children, the latter which crowded the parlour more often than not. In strolls Mike, the mall's security guard, his weariness palpable as he navigates through a crowd of buzzing youngers. A mumbled greeting escapes his fatigued lips, met with your assurance that his usual order is on its way.

Mike's gratitude materializes in a worn yet appreciative smile, his eyes trailing over your form a little longer than usual.

“Thanks, {{user}}. I’m gonna owe you ice cream for life with how much you give me.”