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Prompt: Ice cream, Visits, Mean bosses

"SEAN, order up! Come on, man, I don't have all day!" Ruby, his coworker yelled at him from behind the counter and slid an order slip in his general direction. It flew up in the air slightly but he caught it right before it fell to the ground and looked at it quickly. He groaned at her scribbled hand writing, weren't girls supposed to have cute, bubbly handwriting instead of chicken scratch? Oh well, it's not like he'd ever get involved with one.

He began to scoop the ice cream as quickly as he could while still making pretty, perfect scoops and made the deserts as quickly as someone whose boss was standing over them like a hawk could. He slid the order through the small window and went back to his cash register where he saw a line of people had already begun to gather. He took their orders quickly as possible and once he finally had everything in order put his arm over his eyes in relief (making sure not to touch his hands to his hair and not get in trouble yet again for breaking rule of the employee handbook(1).)

"Um, excuse me, young man; I've been waiting here for a whole three seconds and you haven't serviced me yet!" he heard and turned quickly to see the customer before smirked and walking over to the counter.

"Hello, Ma'am, can I help you?" He smiled in response to the high pitched and nasally voice Tony had been using before.

"Wow, I guess my old lady voice is getting better…" The Italian joked and Sean shook his head with a smile.

"It's really not, so, to what do I owe this nice little visit?" he smiled and looked at his boyfriend.

"Nothing really, I got off work early and thought I'd pay you a visit; not to mention get some ice cream…" he grinned and Sean nodded.

He turned around to see his boss watching him and his treatment of the customer and quickly added, "So, what can I get for you?" he asked and Tony placed his order. As Sean walked behind the counter to prepare the food Tony couldn't help but notice how good he looked in a pink polo, the required uniform of the restaurant.

As he handed him back the cone and handed Tony his change he glared at him, noticing all of the money was placed back into his pocket, "You know, I get taxed on tips whether I get them or not." He hinted with a smile.

Tony rolled his eyes and took out a dollar and placed it in the cup that had been set on the counter, "You're lucky I love you." Tony grinned and Sean looked around, seeing that no one was looking before leaning over the counter and placing a quick kiss on his boyfriend's lips. Tony grinned and winked at him while taking a lick of his desert, "When do you get off?" he asked and leaned against the counter.

"Not for a while, want to come over after I get out though?" he asked and Tony grinned.

"When have I ever said no to you?" He smiled and walked out the door as his boss began to walk over.

"Did you know that customer? Because you know you're not allowed to have personal visitors during your shift." He stated, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Nope, I was just trying to be cordial; he was a real talker." Sean stated and his boss nodded.

"Italians…"(2) The man stated, rolling his eyes and walking away, Sean letting out a sigh of relief. Another bullet dodged; he really was going to lose his job one day…

(1) Yes, I looked up the rule in my own employee handbook for you people in order to keep it real.

(2) I'm so not racist against my own people, I swear! lol.

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