Marc walks through the door; the air conditioning whirling through his hair as he enters. The server glances over as he scoops chocolate ice cream into the blender.

“Welcome to Ice on The Sea.” He murmurs as he continues to scoop, now more vigorously.

 Marc walks up to the counter, sensually perusing the flavors displayed. He caresses his neck, deciding between Under the Blue Moon and Superman. The server finishes creaming the milkshake and glides to Marc.

“How can I help you?”

“I’m debating between Blue Moon and Superman, but I think I’m gonna go with Blue Moon since I’ve already got a super man in front of me,” Marc says flirtatiously as he winks.

The server shyly looks away as his face turns red and a smile creeps across his face. He starts to scoop.

“Would you like jimmies on that?”

Marc smiles, “Only if your name’s Jimmy.”

The server rubs the ice cream cone through the rainbow jimmies and hands the cone to Marc. He grabs a napkin, scribbling his name and number down.

“I get off at 8.”

Marc smiles and reaches for the cone, brushing hands with the server. “See you then,” he peeks at the napkin and smiles, “Jimmy.”