Katrina slapped the sign on her humble little hut and ran inside to, quite patiently, wait for customers. She smoothed her uniform, tightend her hair ribbon and kept her nails to a point.
A woman with poofy hair and a jewel where her belly button should be walked in to the the humble little hut.

"Excuse me, is this the Lemon Hut?"

Kat beamed at her first customer. "Why yes it is! What can I get'cha?"

"We- I just came to see what you have. Do you have donuts?"

"Why yes I do! There's custard filled, lemon glaze and chocolate with lemon sprinkles!"

"How sour are the sprinkles?"

"Ya ever have a lemon skittle? Taste like that!"

"We'll," The woman looked back. "I'll have two chocolate with sprinkles please."

"I appreciate your manners! Here you go! That'll be $5.46, please."

"Here. Thanks!"

"You are welcome! Have a nice day!" The woman walked out and sat at one of the outside tables. Katrina pushed the door to the register. A tall man walked confidently into the store an up to the counter. He adjusted his glasses, smoothed his jacket and brushed his blonde hair to the side.

"Why hello there little lady." He said with an echoed British accent. "How was your day?"

"Good so far. How was yours?"

"Quite," the man leaned closer to Trina. "Wonderful..."

"Oh dear." Katrina blushed. "I apologize, sir, but if you're not going to order, I must ask you to leave."

"So sorry. May I have the Pucker Face Lemonade?"

"Are ya sure about that? That's one of the most sour concoctions in this humble little hut of mine. Why, it's so sour, I made a challenge for it!" She pointed to the sign hanging from the humble little huts thatched roof. The customer looked at the sign for a good amount of time before he looked back at Katrina and said,

"Challenge accepted, my dear."

Katrina ran to the kitchen and came out with a glass of the Pucker Face Lemonade. She popped in a bendy straw and sat on her stool.

"So, in order to win the challenge, you must drink the whole thing without making the pucker face!" Kat twisted her face for example. "If ya win, ya get a free apron!" She pointed to the one she was wearing.

"Oh goody." The man sipped on the drink, but threw out the straw and gulped the rest of the drink whole. Katrina stared at him with wide eyes. Her customer winked at her and tipped his hat, revealing twisted horns above his ears. Kat handed the man his apron.

"Well, I must be off. Cheers!"

"Wait!" Katrina called out to the man before he left.

"Why yes?"

"May I have your number sir?"

The man wrote it down on a napkin and shoved it in to her brest pocket. He turned with a pivot of the heel and strode out of the humble little hut.

Katrina couldn't stop blushing.