"Fun's over." I give Bre a sympathetic look. "I have to return to the real world of work and no fun."

Bre sticks her tongue out at me. "Your jobs are boring Grace. Well maybe not as lively as mine, but they suit you."

"Thanks... I think." I look at her out of the corner of my eye. She waves as she practically leaps out of my car and dashes to work. The place is fitting for Bre. Loud, lively, and full of energy. It's a roller blade pizza, bowling alley, with some not so bad pizza to boot.

It's convenient that we work next door to each other. At least we do when I'm working at "I Can't Believe It's Fro Yo". No. I'm not making that up.

"Grace. Good to see you. Here's your apron." The vibrant and wacky owner of the establishment tosses me my apron, covering my face. Most people call him Mason. I call him lots of other things. The nicest one probably being "brother". That's right the weirdo that named and runs this place is my twenty-one year old entrepreneur brother, Mason Monroe.

"How's business been so far?" I ask while tying on my apron, pulling my hair back into a ponytail, and placing my visor on my head.

"Good actually. You can really tell it's summer. And the coupons were a brilliant idea, sis." Mason hugs me and kisses the top of my head as he takes off his own apron. "I'll be in my office doing orders and inventory. When you need anything or a break, just let me know, and I'll come running." He finishes and walks away humming a happy tune.

I know a girl should be happy about her brother being happy. But at the same time he's acting different and my inquisitive mind is silently screaming to find out what is going on inside his head.

Before I have even a second to act on that thought a family rushes in and the tallest, who ironically looks to be the youngest as well, makes his way to the counter. "Yeah. I got the order."

I'm fairly tall for a girl. This guy however is actually taller than me. For some reason that makes me blush and I forget what I'm doing for a bit. "Welcome to I Can't Believe It's Fro Yo. How may I help you."

"Hi." He smiles in greeting, then stares at his phone that just sounded an incoming text. "Okay. So it says here I'm going to need..." He starts rattling off the list of frozen yogurt flavors and toppings for the three separate desserts and then lets out a sigh as he finishes. "Sorry if that was too much on you."

"No problem. I've got it right here." I tap my pen to the notepad in my hand. "Go ahead and have a seat, and I'll call when the orders are ready. What name do I need to put this under?"

"Grimm." The tall guy nods, as he goes back to the couple sitting laughing at the nearby table. My first impression was a family with their kid, but man if that's the case they look super young. The tall guy would probably be somewhere around my age, but I'm not the greatest with judging ages. As I go about making the yogurt orders I can't fight off the feeling that I have seen them before. Where though?

Several minutes later all three yogurts are ready to go. "Order for Grimm." I call out. A few stray customers linger around, and don't pay an mind. However, the trio hop up and the tall guy offers to pay. Money exchanges hands and they are on their way. Out of sight and out of mind. Just in a flash.

A storm of thoughts hits me as I'm filling the order of an older woman for prune puree... yes... I have NO idea why Mason thought THAT was a good idea. Anyways. I know where I had saw them before. The crazy people outside of Taco Bell earlier. Huh. I guess it's a small world after all.

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Author's Note:

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