Most might assume Finn is bored of his job, but he honestly has never experienced excitement in his life so he doesn't know what labels as boring.
It was a routine job, running the ice cream shack, watching his brother shamelessly flirt with anyone with a pulse, no matter the gender nor if they're married or not.
That is until a certain surfer became a normal 'customer'.
Finn looked up and dropped the items in his hands. He curses under his breath, lowering himself to the floor. He felt eyes on him until someone loudly smacked the counter.
"HEy fuckboy! The menu is up there!" Dutch snapped, glaring at the red teletubby that in his mind, 'spawned'.
"You wanna say that to my face?!" The newcomer took offense to Dutch's anger.
"I did you bloody idiot!"
Finn almost stood up again but panicked again when he saw the customer's chest again.
It was usually normal for mostly male surfers to be shirtless, Finn would just feel embarrassed, why was he acting so flustered!
Maybe it was because of the water droplets dripping down-
Finn was once again on the floor, internally screaming once more.