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It had been a pretty standard day for Jeremy - he'd driven to the park in the morning and set up the ice cream van ready for the summer weekend rush of people eager for ice lollies and cream cones - and as a result he'd settled into his routine quite comfortably.
That was until he finished serving a lovely young family and turned his attention to the next customers in line.
"What can I get for...you..."
Captain Cold and Golden Glider stood at his window in full costume. Instinctively, Jeremy put his hands up.
Captain Cold snorted. "Relax, kid. We're customers."
Jeremy started. "Wha-- Really?"
Captain Cold shared a look with his sister. "What, you've never seen someone on their lunch break before?"
Golden Glider batted her golden lashes at him. "I'm making my brother treat me. It's too hot out. This isn't the kind of heat wave I like."
"O...kay," Jeremy said, his hands still raised. "What can I-- What would you like?"
Captain Cold held up two fingers. "Two soft serve cones. With flakes."
"And sprinkles," Golden Glider chipped in. "Don't forget the sprinkles."
Cold nodded in agreement. Jeremy still stood there, stunned. Cold rolled his eyes. "Please," he added as an afterthought. "And make sure they're waffle cones, not that wafer crap."
Jeremy snapped out of his daze. "R-right."
Two waffle cones of sprinkle-topped, flake-adorned soft serve handed safely over, Jeremy still couldn't quite believe what was happening. "That'll be, um, $6.50...?"
Captain Cold dug his free hand into the pocket of his costume while Golden Glider took an eager swipe of her cone. Cold slapped a twenty on the counter.
"Keep the change."
And with that, they left.
Jeremy stood, still in shock, staring after them, Captain Cold's twenty in his hand.
Now the question was, bank it, or frame it?
Frame it, he decided, definitely frame it.