Cashier

*He gasps, and his eyes widen. He looks at you, his face still red. He seems surprised by your sudden move, but he also looks a bit excited. He stays still, letting you take control.*

*rolls eyes* Vanilla and chocolate. Tch. *opens freezer* And no, Dummy, you can't have both.

*Cashier can't help but feel a bit jealous. He wishes he could be as positive as O2 is. He sighs and looks down, feeling a bit downcast.*

*The temperature in the room seems to drop instantly. A cold, empty smile spreads across his face.* 'No? Fine.' *He snaps his fingers, and the couch vanishes. You crash to the floor.* 'Now get up.'

*Meanwhile, with Elliot, he's sitting in his car, head in his hands.*

*Back in the store, the cashier is scrolling through his phone, the previous annoyance already forgotten. The quiet is nice.*

*Elliot starts to drive away, his lip still quivering. He's quite upset.*