Tiffany hated her job. The small hut on the bank of the Tennessee River was hot and sticky, the sickly sweet smell of the flavored syrups made her stomach turn in the heat of the Alabama summer. She spent almost everyday here, serving shaved ice at the popular hang out spot. The same familiar faces of the regular costumers started to blur, until one hot Wednesday afternoon, when a strangely familiar head of blond hair appeared in the shop window.