I opened the door of the school and walked through the cafeteria into the back where the concession stand was.

My mom explained the prices of everything to me, and then went back to organizing the money.

I was volunteering at this thing called the
“Cage Classics”. It was basically just our city, hosting a bunch of basketball games for two weeks straight.

I didn’t really mind working the concession stand though, it was a lot better than selling tickets, plus there was free food.

A father and his son came up to the stand.

“I’ll take two cups of coffee. What do you want?”
The father asked the boy.

“Nachos.”

I went to get the coffee, but my mom stopped me.

“No, I don’t want you to spill, you get the nachos.”

“Fine, I can’t believe you don’t trust me to just pour some coffee.” I said.

The boy smiled at my comment. I took a glance at him now.

My face flushed.

I handed him the nachos, and he held my eyes, longer then to just say thank you.

My face reddened more as I flashed him a smile.