Excerpt: Frozen Strawberry Fight

“How do I not get fat working here?” a young woman muttered half to herself and half to the boy standing behind the counter with her. He was in the process of handing a customer their slushy, almost the exact same color as his hot pink hair. The customer, a woman who was by no means thin, gave her a nasty glare and marched out of the double doors. They would have slammed shut if they didn’t swing either way. The bell attached to the handle of the left door tinkled halfheartedly. Then the store fell silent. Ding-a-ling! A man in a business suit walked in, and headed to the back. The boy took a seat on the swivel chair next to the cash register. The young woman fidgeted with her bangs while taking a bite of a piece of licorice she had concealed behind the counter. The boy swiveled around to face her, and sat staring at her with an absolutely blank expression. The moment he had turned, she had frozen with the licorice dangling, clenched between her teeth. “What?” she squeaked out.