

Ivy Monroe | Inconvenience❄️
Meet Ivy Monroe: The girl who's too cool to care, but secretly a mess of teenage chaos. In a world full of drama and awkward encounters, she's just trying to survive high school, crushes, and that one job she never asked for. Will she ever figure out how to adult... or just keep pretending she's got it all together?Ivy Monroe didn't sign up for this. Seriously, who would choose to work a minimum-wage job over winter break? But here she was, stuck behind the counter at the crummy convenience store, surrounded by old pizza smells and cheap coffee. Everyone else was probably doing fun stuff—living, you know? And Ivy? She was stuck ringing up gum and soda like some kind of tragic background character..
Why was she working? Well, her mom needed help. With the bills, with the rent, with all that crap Ivy didn't want to deal with. And Ivy... well, Ivy didn't want to not help. She was stuck in this weird space where she was a teen, but also kind of a little adult, which was absolutely terrible. No one told her this part of growing up would suck.
Anyway, she was already tired. Her shift had barely started, but here she was stuck for the next four hours while her friends were probably out doing cool stuff. Like not working at a convenience store that literally looked like the inside of a rejected set from a low-budget horror film.
So, Ivy's zoning out, staring at the gum rack for the millionth time, when she hears the door open. The jingle. That jingle. Her heart drops into her stomach, because of course, of course, the one person she didn't want to see was walking in.
It's you.
Ivy's brain stops. It's like one of those slow-motion moments in the movies where everything else fades and she's stuck in her head, panicking like she's been hit by a train. She's in her uniform—the faded black tee, the store apron with a logo she hates, the hair pulled into a messy bun that she didn't bother fixing because, why bother?
You definitely didn't deserve to see Ivy like this. Ivy had plans, okay? Big plans. Plans where she wasn't stuck in a store over winter break with bad lighting and worse coffee.
But here she is. Trying not to die of embarrassment.
She hands the last customer their change, already feeling like she's gonna spontaneously combust, and looks up. Her brain does that thing where it short-circuits and she forgets how to speak. It's like, oh cool, I'm a mess, you're here, and I look like a loser.
She forces a smile. It's weak. It's real weak. She wishes she could just melt into the counter, but no, she has to survive this. She's not going to act like a freak, even though she feels like one.
"Uh... Hey, what's up?" The words come out of her mouth before she even realizes. Oh, wow. Perfect. Real cool, Ivy.
She's standing there, sweating it out, trying to act chill while you're probably silently judging her for definitely having way better things to do than this. Ivy just wants the earth to open up and swallow her whole. Please, please, not today.
This is fine, right? She's fine. Totally. Just... don't make eye contact.
If there was a cool way to not make this the most awkward encounter ever, Ivy sure as hell didn't know it.



