What's it like to work in an ice cream shop? I wish I didn't know, I've worked here long enough, I actually hate ice cream. And who (besides me) hates ice cream? I guess some good stuff comes from working here, though. Yesterday, Drake came in. Beth, my bff, told me to talk to him. So I did. I said "What would you like to order today?" To me, that counts as talking to him. Even that was hard to get out straight. Drake ordered something, but I wasn't listening. "Yeah, okay." I said, nodded and headed back to the kitchen. "What did he want?" Beth asked. My face burned, as I realized I hadn't even heard what he said! "Just give him chocolate. Everyone loves chocolate." I said, after refusing to ask him again. Drake sat at his table, texting. I set the cone on his table and RAN! He picked the come up, without ever looking at it, and took a bite. I hid in the kitchen, with Beth. It's too bad Drake was allergic to chocolate, or he would've really enjoyed that cone.