Iced Cone
@mpskadi
Cassandra was so excited for the approaching end of her shift. She had been working for the last few hours without a break in sight. Ice Ice Baby had always been a fan favorite on the island, but Cassie had always credited that more with the creator of the shoppe, not necessarily the various ice creams and toppings. However, lately, the heat on the island had drove the residents to the shoppe in desperate need of some solace from the relentless sun.
So, in a crowded place, Cassie was busy as possible creating orders. She had just finished handing over a cone to the goddess before her, almost ready to start the next. But the loud chatter of a pair of guys, gushing as they posed for pictures grabbed her attention. It was good that it did, because it was just mere seconds before the larger demigod accidently backed into the goddess, knocking the cone out of her hand.
It was a flutter of pure adrenaline. Words flowed from her lips to the taste of ancient Greek. Moments before hitting the ground, the scoops and cone levitate, slowly returning back into the hands of it’s prior owner. While the crisis was resolved, Cassandra was enraged. “Hey, dumbasses. Get the fuck out the shoppe before I throw you out.”
