A/N: This is inspired by an AU by dirkar on tumblr. So thank them for your fluffy ice-cream DirkJakes. Enjoy pastel aesthetic drabble hell.
Jake English works at the local ice-cream shop and he's somewhat the pinnacle of perfection.
You watch him on a sunny Wednesday afternoon whilst stirring a vanilla float with the paddled end of your straw. He sweeps around behind the counter with a kind of clumsy grace, ice-cream scoop in hand and mint green apron flapping around with his frantic movements. Every customer is greeted with a bright smile and a laugh that sends shivers down your spine. You savour every word that tumbles from his lips, even if it's a simple, "And here's your ice-cream miss!" or,"Have a wonderful day, sir!"
Over half of your vanilla float is left after you've been sitting around for at least an hour, and you press your thumbs into the lavender, faux-leather seat you sit on as he hums quietly along to the radio that plays in the corner. It plays a loop of the same four upbeat tunes that make you think of the fifties and almost force your feet to tap along to the funky bass and catchy lyrics. His humming is a bit off key, you can tell – thank Jane forcing you and Roxy to attend choir with her for two years for that particular talent – but his obvious tone-deafness is endearing none the less.
He catches you staring as the song ends and another one starts, and the smile he gives you is caught somewhere between embarrassed and glad. You sort of nod quickly in his direction before directing your attention back to your half melted vanilla float; the jovial tune of Uma Thurman by Fall Out Boy mocks you and your awkwardness as the chorus kicks into life and you take a reluctant sip through your straw.
Like hell you are going to let the boy who works at the ice-cream shop become the subject of your constant thought flow, but like hell are you going to try and stop it.