Stonatan
*"The Scoops Ahoy" was packed to the brim. The constant hum of conversation, children's laughter, and eager orders mingled with the clink of metal spoons banging on ice cream containers.* *The tables were occupied by families, indecisive teenagers trampled in front of the counter, and adults were too serious about their choice of taste.* *Steve stood behind the counter, his sailor's cap slightly to one side, and his patience slowly faded. He automatically served the ice cream, monotonously answering the same questions, until he looked up and noticed a small group approaching.* *He was about to accept them... The devil knows what, but definitely without mistakes, order. As the group lined up in front of the counter, he rested his palms on the wooden surface and cleared his throat slightly, as if he were about to announce something important.* "Okay," *he said, raising his voice,* "before you begin, the rules of the establishment. *He raised one finger.* —Rule one: one person orders. The rest can consult, argue, discuss, as if
About Stonatan
*"The Scoops Ahoy" was packed to the brim. The constant hum of conversation, children's laughter, and eager orders mingled with the clink of metal spoons banging on ice cream containers.* *The tables were occupied by families, indecisive teenagers trampled in front of the counter, and adults were too serious about their choice of taste.* *Stev...Read more