I'm Sarah, human female.

I was 23 years old and hoping to take over the restaurant where I was a waitress for about three years already.

I was also killing myself trying to finish business school. But thank God/Celestia for the generous regulars, or I probably would've starved. I was working long hours almost every night, and I was pretty much always exhausted. But I love the ponies and people that I worked with. They were like my family.

"Order up!" a stallion chimed, handing me a plate of steamed vegetables.

"Perfect," I giggled. "Like Dwayne Johnson's body."

"Mm, girl, you're just too good at your job."

Pony Joe, who was the head chef, he liked to pick on me about that. He was always telling me to spend less time at work and should spend more time going out and meeting guys.

"When you're young, you're supposed to hate your job, slack off," he joked. "Work doesn't love ya back."

"I don't miss the love," I scoffed. "I miss the sex."

I was lying through my teeth. Of course I missed the love. I hadn't dated in almost nine months...

It was all I could think about.

"Ugh, this stain is a tough one," Joe grunted, struggling to clean a messy dish. "It won't come off.

"Looks like you got a food-like facehugger on your hooves." I quipped.

"Alien," a stallion inserted enthusiastically. "Hooves down the best horror sci-fi movie ever."

"Hehe, that's common knowledge."

A guy who knows his Alien......it might be weird, but it's a turn-on for me.

"And you are...?"

"Oh, this is Apple Cinnamon," Joe stated. "Your new trainee!"

"Wait, what? I don't have time to train anyone!"

"If you can give freebies to your old coltfriend, then I get to take the best server in the house and put her on a training mission."

The smug stallion patted me on the back before returning to his duties, leaving me alone with my "trainee".

"I like the way you think," AC said. "And you have......straight teeth?"

"You don't have to suck up to me, slick." I laughed. "Come on, keep up."

I was trying to keep it professional. I literally had zero time for a relationship. But I would be lying if I said the friends-with-benefits thing didn't cross my mind, like, you know, in the first 12.5 seconds.

"When I open my own restaurant," he uttered, trying to strap an apron on. "I'm gonna make sure and comp all my regulars with free drinks.

"I want to open my own restaurant too." I gasped playfully. "Oi, let me help you with that. You're over-complicating things."

As soon as I touched him, there was this serious physical attraction.

I felt it, he felt it.

"I'll just tie it in front, and then you can turn it around..."

And then I really felt...IT.

"Oops! Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to do that."

It was a total accident, but, yeah, I-I kinda felt him up. For trying to keep it professional, I was failing miserably. So I was moving towards the LEAST sexual thing that I could think of...

"When we first come to our shift, first prep the lemons," I said, demonstrating for AC. "Cut it in half, then cut each half into three slices. Not rocket science."

Or so I thought.

As he slices into the lemon, some juice shot out and hit me in the eye.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." he winced, grabbing a towel and wiping my burning eye up close and personal.

Great, he was sweet and considerate too. But that angel on my shoulder kept reminding me, "stay focused, slow it down, no time for men/stallions."

But Cinnamon was really starting to wear me down.

Later that day, Joe slides in two dishes and I grabbed some of them beside Cinnamon and we exchanged long looks.

"You...wanna take it out yourself?" I asked him.

"Uh, y-yeah, sure." he nodded, taking the plates and sheepishly stepping out of the kitchen.

Yeah, as he stepped out, I kinda.....stared at his flank.

And got caught.

"Not a word, Joe." I laughed.

"I didn't say anything." the stallion snickered.

"I know you're thinking it."

"I just think you two could make some awfully cute babies."

"Wow, you're so baby-crazy right now."

"Because my biological clock is ticking!"

"Well, Joey, you're clock-blocking me with those crazy eyes of yours."

"Sweetie wants dessert." AC stated.

"Oh, they're in the freezer, follow me."

I led him to the freezer and stepped inside looking for the frozen dessert section as AC trots in as well. A low creak catches my attention and before I knew it, I caught myself diving for the door and sliding a brick in between it before it could close.

"Whoa, what is it?" Cinnamon asked, startled.

"This door closes automatically." I panted.

So there was an incident where a prep cook got trapped inside the freezer overnight. He survived, barely. So, to avoid another lawsuit...

"This here is the emergency button, but it's super loud. Make sure you don't get locked in accidentally."

"Gotcha. Gosh, this freezer is bigger than my room. It's HUGE."

"That's what she said..." I chuckled. "Oops, my bad, was that sexual harassment?"

"Not really, it's not sexual harassment if it's not welcome."

"Heh, well listen, Romeo, this is a professional establishment, and this professional girl is off-limits. And you better accept it."

"For now." he shrugged slyly, strolling past me. "I'm the yin to your yang."

"Ha, we'll see about that."

To be honest, he was right. I was definitely his yang...

"Hot and juicy sticks of cheese," Joe chimed. "There you go, baby girl."

As I grabbed the dish, I turned and bumped right into AC, spilling marinara sauce all over his white work shirt.

"Oi, I am so sorry there!" I winced, rigorously trying to wipe the large stain off.

"I think it's a lost cause, Sarah, heh." he said.

"We keep spare shirts in the back. "I'll grab you one, don't worry."

It was a rookie mistake. But as it turns out, that spill was gonna lead to a major turning point with Cinnamon.

"Here's your shirt, Cinna-"

A six-pack is not even the right word for it.

"O-Oh......um...here. Goodbye...keep up the good work."

"...thank you."

I'd have to say that his abs got to me. Once I threw some cold water on my face, I told him to meet me out back.

We needed to have a serious talk...

*Mwah!*

That talk kinda never happened. At least we were discreet. Or so I thought...

Later on, it was around closing time and we were all cleaning up after a mare's birthday party. As tradition for a pre-closing time party, all of us would drink a bit from the bar.

"I'm done cookin' and I need champagne," Joe sighs, yanking off his apron. "Somepony please take the chicken broth to the freezer for me."

"I got it," I waved before heading toward the kitchen. "Cinnamon, help me out?"

With sneaky grins, we quickly slipped into the freezer. Now, honestly, I had only intended to make out with him for a bit...

But it only turned out to be a little more than that.

"COME ON, CINNY! GIMME ALL YOU GOT!!! AHH! AHH!"

Okay, ALOT more than that.

*SHATTER*
*THUD*
*SHING*

We were so lost in the moment, I don't think we even realized that we were trashing the place. We were probably violating every health and food safety code known to man/pony. It was, hands down, the hottest sex I've ever had.

Even though it was about 20 degrees.

"Whoo!" I giggled. "It's getting cold now."

"No kidding." AC panted.

And just like that, we froze...

Like, literally.

I guess we got lost in the thick of it. With all the rattling and banging around, we didn't realize two things.

A.) The chicken broth fell and soaked up our clothes.

2.) We forgot rule #1.

Eeyup, the freezer door was shut.

"Oh, no!" I panicked. "Our clothes are frozen!"

I didn't know what was worse: freezing to death, or being found naked in the freezer.

"Look, no big deal," AC stated, heading towards a wall.

"Hey, stop, what are you doing?"

"Well, I'm hitting the buzzer."

"T-There's gotta be another way."

"There isn't."

Unfortunately, Cinnamon was right. Parts of his body were already turning BLUE.

"Ughhh, okay, fine." I whined. "One. Two..."

BEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEP!!!

My heart was racing and the cringe meter was going off the charts as we braced ourselves for Embarrassment City.

"Ha, I buckin' knew it!" Joe cackled upon opening the door. "Pay up, fellas! I called it!"

So, yeah. Cinny and I made it public, alright.

Needless to say, that was our last day working at Olive Greenhouse.

A few years later, Sarah and Apple Cinnamon are married and running their own restaurant.

Their freezer door doesn't have a lock on it, but it does have a camera.

Author's Note

The role of Sarah: Forgetful

Surprise, watermelon lady! Just for you! :3