Yay for short, random stories.
Criticism always welcome. It's supposed to be a cute little story without any deeper meaning. At all.
As far as summer jobs went, Rayne was fairly happy with the one she got. Working in the ice cream truck provided a air-conditioned environment, lots of interaction with small children, and free ice cream whenever she wanted it. However, she did have to put up with that annoying music.
“Hey, babe, will you get me a snow cone?” Oh yeah, and there was Herb, the driver. He was in his late forties, fat, and insisted on calling her babe. He kept leering at her in the most disconcerting way, so she made sure to keep her chest covered whenever she had to interact with him. Thankfully there was a wall between the back of the truck and the front.
Rayne passed a snow cone through the hole in the wall and went back to the window. They pulled up at the end of a street where there was a small crowd waiting. There was one boy who was much taller than the rest and Rayne started when she recognized him. He was James Alexander, star of the football team at their high school.
Pulling a confident grin onto her face, Rayne leaned over the window and said to them,
“What can I get for you?”
The children started yelling and jumping, some waving their money in the air. Rayne laughed lightly.
“One at a time now. How about you first, ma’am,” she said pointing to a little girl in a yellow blouse.
“Can I have a cherry popsicle?” she asked with wide eyes, holding out a crumpled five dollar bill.
“Coming right up!” Rayne said, reaching her arm into the freezer and grabbing the treat. “That’ll be one dollar, please.” She exchanged the money and sent the girl off with a smile on her face. “Alright, who’s next?”
She went through the small crowd quickly, thanking her mother for making her so good with kids. Very soon there were only two people left, James and a little boy who could only be his brother.
“And what can I get for you two fine, young men?” Rayne asked, flashing both of a them a brilliant smile.
“Klondike bar! Klondike bar!” the little boy screamed.
“Kyle, say please,” James scolded. The little boy looked properly ashamed.
“May I please have a Klondike bar, ma’am?” he asked politely, shooting covert looks at his brother. Rayne grinned and grabbed one from the back.
“Is that all?” she asked, placing it on the ledge.
“Actually, I’d like to have something as well,” James said, a grin quirking the side of his mouth.
“Ask away.”
“I’d love a Fudgsicle and a date.”
“Coming right…” she began. She blinked and looked back at him. His eyebrow was arched in question and his brilliant blue eyes were hopeful. He offered her a small smile.
“A date?” she asked to clarify.
“Yes,” he confirmed, “I was going to ask you at school before break, but you were never alone and I really did want a Fudgsicle.” She grinned ruefully, her friends were never far from her. They spent as much time together as possible since they rarely saw each other outside of school.
“Well, I think I can do both of those,” Rayne replied, handing him the Fudgsicle. “On the house,” she continued when he reached for his wallet, “I have a feeling I’m going to be seeing more of you this summer.”
As far as summer jobs went, Rayne was fairly happy with the one she got. Working in the ice cream truck provided a air-conditioned environment, lots of interaction with small children, and free ice cream whenever she wanted it. However, she did have to put up with that annoying music.
“Hey, babe, will you get me a snow cone?” Oh yeah, and there was Herb, the driver. He was in his late forties, fat, and insisted on calling her babe. He kept leering at her in the most disconcerting way, so she made sure to keep her chest covered whenever she had to interact with him. Thankfully there was a wall between the back of the truck and the front.
Rayne passed a snow cone through the hole in the wall and went back to the window. They pulled up at the end of a street where there was a small crowd waiting. There was one boy who was much taller than the rest and Rayne started when she recognized him. He was James Alexander, star of the football team at their high school.
Pulling a confident grin onto her face, Rayne leaned over the window and said to them,
“What can I get for you?”
The children started yelling and jumping, some waving their money in the air. Rayne laughed lightly.
“One at a time now. How about you first, ma’am,” she said pointing to a little girl in a yellow blouse.
“Can I have a cherry popsicle?” she asked with wide eyes, holding out a crumpled five dollar bill.
“Coming right up!” Rayne said, reaching her arm into the freezer and grabbing the treat. “That’ll be one dollar, please.” She exchanged the money and sent the girl off with a smile on her face. “Alright, who’s next?”
She went through the small crowd quickly, thanking her mother for making her so good with kids. Very soon there were only two people left, James and a little boy who could only be his brother.
“And what can I get for you two fine, young men?” Rayne asked, flashing both of a them a brilliant smile.
“Klondike bar! Klondike bar!” the little boy screamed.
“Kyle, say please,” James scolded. The little boy looked properly ashamed.
“May I please have a Klondike bar, ma’am?” he asked politely, shooting covert looks at his brother. Rayne grinned and grabbed one from the back.
“Is that all?” she asked, placing it on the ledge.
“Actually, I’d like to have something as well,” James said, a grin quirking the side of his mouth.
“Ask away.”
“I’d love a Fudgsicle and a date.”
“Coming right…” she began. She blinked and looked back at him. His eyebrow was arched in question and his brilliant blue eyes were hopeful. He offered her a small smile.
“A date?” she asked to clarify.
“Yes,” he confirmed, “I was going to ask you at school before break, but you were never alone and I really did want a Fudgsicle.” She grinned ruefully, her friends were never far from her. They spent as much time together as possible since they rarely saw each other outside of school.
“Well, I think I can do both of those,” Rayne replied, handing him the Fudgsicle. “On the house,” she continued when he reached for his wallet, “I have a feeling I’m going to be seeing more of you this summer.”