If Frank had said anything remotely suggestive, Jazlyn's face probably would have lit up like a Christmas light, red all over. It wasn't hard to get her to blush, though. The slightest compliment flushed her cheeks, and every time she had a mishap - the wrong flavor, incorrect change, taking too long - she'd go red. She struggled to bring the right color back to her cheeks, just nodding to his statement as she busied herself grabbing a cone. She was too used to Frank to get too worked up. Well, at least as easily as she typically did. She missed having him around.
"I've had exactly three customers in the past," she paused, glancing up at a clock on the wall, "six hours." She sighed a little. "Having any fun over at your new job? It's got to be busier than this, right?" She didn't mind the lack of people too much, but sometimes it just got so boring. Six hours straight of homework really wasn't much better than six hours straight of four customers and staring at empty tables.
Jazlyn got to the ice cream, spooning out the two biggest scoops she could muster of the strawberry. She didn't glance up as she responded - no matter how many times she had done this, she had to concetrate, or the ice cream would end up on the floor. "Sure," she said - it was rumored the word no just wasn't in her vocabulary. Her spitting in his ice cream was just as absurd as the idea of her ruling the town. She chuckled at the thought and balanced the second scoop on the first, pressing it down. "It's step one of my dastardly evil plan," she said, holding the cone out to him and moving down to the register. "You can join me early and be a good minion." She was already starting to flush, feeling very forward. She had to get over that.