a scoop from the past?

She vaguely heard the annoying bell ring and clank against the glass door.
"I'll have vanilla," the woman said -- in a waffle cone .... no I better just get a dish.
"Don't need the extra calories."
Franca efforted a smile and scooped the ice cream into a dish. The darkness in her thought about sneaking a bit of lemon sorbet in the cup -- just so the lady could see what she was missing -- but that, of course, would be wrong.
Absent mindedly she rang up the sale -- and started to clean the scoops.
"Ahem" -- a familiar voice sent chills down her spine.
Franca spun around and saw him.