Both Sally and the man had turned their faces to me. The man simultaneously kissed the forehead of the girl while thanking Sally.
"I figured she'd be here. She loves the Barney animation and as soon as I discovered she was not beside me any longer, I remembered we passed by here, and she must have stopped to catch a look." he was ranting with so much gratitude to the both of us.
My blurt, however, had caused them to gaze at me questioningly.
With quickness, I apologized.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't—" I had no idea what to say. "Happy reunion!" I gingerly shrieked and smiled, but as the questioning countenance from both people turned to that of daze, I decided to let them be.
"Just carry on. Pretend I wasn't here." I added, sheepishly, picked up the mask and proceeded to continue my job as Barney while ruminating over the task.
[Target within range!]
The system's robotic voice announced as soon as I returned to my place with the others.
"Who is he? Where is he?" I whistled as I set the mask over my head.
[Ding!]
[Locating target in 100—90—80—70—]
The countdown began, making my blood pressure rise higher with every number that dropped.
[Target located!]
The sensor appeared. I was overjoyed to see the sensor. At least now I would not have to fish out the target myself.
[Identifying target in 100—90—80—70—]
This time, it was my heart throbbing harder than everything else.
The sensor moved across the faces of the men opposite where I stood until it stopped in front of a boy.
It was a boy quite younger than I was. He was dressed in a casual henley t-shirt and tight jeans. I thought it was women who wore tight jeans these days…?
His hair was curly brown and he had a kind of nerdy look which his round prescription glasses added a bit of spice to.
Unconsciously, I touched my own glasses but my hands only ended up touching Barney's nose.
Hmph!
He reminded me greatly of myself- as a male version, except he was skinny. Very skinny and, unlike me, he looked neat.
[Touch the target's dick for thirty seconds and lose a pound!]
The system's reminder came when I had not moved an inch from where I stood.
"How many points do I get for this task?" I questioned it, surprised at the audacity of my question.
The system seemed not to mind though as it answered me.
[Ding!]
[First round completion points= 10]
[Second round completion points= 5]
"Whoa!" I gasped under the costume, still making sure to sway my body for Sally. "I better complete this in the first round and get my superpowers soon," I said to myself.
Yeah! — easier said than done.
The rewards were mouthwatering and appealing, but how was I supposed to do this when I was supposed to be here dancing for Sally?
Not after missing three days of work and coming late today.
I did not want to test Sally's level of patience.
How could I even possibly press the dick of this skinny boy who looked like he would rather sell his balls than allow a woman to press them?
This boy who stood alone staring at people his age happily enjoying themselves on the 'spin on the wheel'?
His intent gaze could convince a person he would shoot every person on the 'spin on the wheel' if he had a gun.
But of course, that was just an exaggerated guess on my part, but I knew so well that this would be harder than the task I'd done before.
But wait...
Even if I could, would I be willing to make a fool of myself by pressing the cock of a boy who looked like he was old enough to be my younger brother?
An idea struck me. Like the wind attacking the earth, while spluttering clouds of dust into the eyes of any unlucky fellow unfortunate enough to be around, it ran to me.
I saw Sally still busy with taking orders and serving lemonade, and I walked up to her.
"Heya, Sally." I grinned even though I knew she would not see my grin.
Barney's costume wouldn't let it. It had swallowed my face in whole and the heat would make my face pink by the time I was done and ready to leave for home.
Sally only awarded me an almost non-existent gaze as her eyeballs twirled my way before returning to place the lemonade cup in front of the customer who took it, dropped the banknotes, and left.
The stand was free of customers after a few seconds and it was until then that Sally fully gave her attention to me.
Sally loved money more than she loved herself even.
"What's up Cosima?" she demanded.
I pulled off the costume from my head, happy to be free of the heat once again.
Then, I leaned in closer to her as though I was going to leak a highly confidential secret.
"I have a secret formula to bring more customers to the stand," I whispered.
Immediately, Sally's interest was bought.
"How?" she hastily asked me, but two boys who came to buy corn dogs diverted her attention.
I stood, tapping my large Barney leg on the ground while enjoying my freedom. It was hell having your head under that costume, but things we do for money, huh?
And money, I needed a lot of those.
After attending to them, Sally turned to me.
"You were saying something about a secret formula for bringing more customers?" she raised a curious brow.
I was sorry because I knew I was going to disappoint her. She seemed too interested in wanting to know what would fetch her more money.
My idea wasn't that great. It was just a ploy to fulfill my task.
I nervously clapped my hands. "Ah— yes!" I said with too much enthusiasm that I began to wonder if I had journeyed in the wrong line of profession.
I should have been an actress instead.
"Come on, do tell." Sally urged.
I'm sorry Sally, I thought inwardly as I began to tell her my so-called great idea.
"You see that spin on the wheel over there?" I began with a seriousness that was as true as the other animation figures dancing in front of us.
Sally was nodding. "Yes, what about it?" she inquired with curiosity.
"Why not let one of us there? If I dance in the middle of there—" I pointed in the direction of the spot where the boy still stood.
Sally was listening with rapt attention and nodding too.
Oh, sorry, Sally!
"I will dance over there—" I was saying, but got cut short when another customer arrived.
Sally gingerly informed me to wait while she ran to get the order. "A sec, Cosima!" she shouted as she attended to the customer while I once again began to tap my legs on the floor.
My eyes were on the target. He must not walk away from range. Hence, I would be bound to lose the first round.
That must not happen.