There’s not much to do, being alone and all, so I’ve been sitting in a folding chair on the porch for some time now. Scanning the edge of the forest, I realize I haven’t seen the white cat around in a while.
Speaking of things I haven’t seen...
A few days have passed since I met Ice at the grocery store. He’s been crossing my mind randomly, but I haven’t heard from him. I’m starting to wonder whether I imagined the whole thing. Either that or he was humoring me by asking for my number and never intended to contact me in the first place.
I knew that Ice Monroe as the Ideal Guy, was too good to be true.
There’s a reason why I decided against telling Rose about him when I got home that day. If she knew, both of us would end up disappointed rather …show more content…
I check to see how Ice is doing and watch him place one peach ring and three brownie chunks on his.
The amount of toppings I have is embarrassing compared to his more deliberate approach. He gives my bowl a slightly judgmental glance before flashing a smile. He obviously gets a kick out of it, but he doesn’t say anything.
We head over to the cashier counter. I hand him my bowl, and he sets both on the scale. Our total comes out to be just over ten dollars – no thanks to my overuse of toppings. I almost feel bad about it until Ice fishes a fifty-dollar bill out of his jacket pocket.
Either he’s rich or he’s just showing off for the hell of it. I have him pegged as a college student, but what kind of student walks around with fifty-dollar bills sitting around in their jacket pocket?
More importantly, why is he wearing a jacket in the first place? It’s like a hundred degrees outside. Yet, there he is, standing right there, rocking a (probably) genuine leather jacket.
What the hell?
I must have spaced out because when I pop back into the real world, I’m already standing in front of one of the tables. Ice hands me my yogurt – complete with a plastic spoon sticking out of the bowl – and pulls out a chair for …show more content…
He purses his lips and glances away thoughtfully. I sigh and pick one of the gummy candies out of my froyo. It’s hard as a rock.
The atmosphere is growing increasingly awkward, so I stare through the glass behind him and watch people walk by while idly mixing up the contents of my bowl. When I look down again, the frozen yogurt-topping combination has become a pale, brown color. It looks pretty weird, but it still tastes good.
Hopefully, the date turns out the same way. Weird, but still good.
“Do you have many friends around here?” he asks.
“No.” I almost laugh, but manage to stop myself. “It’s pretty sad, but my roommate is my only close friend. Sure, I know a lot of her friends, but most of them are too intense for me. If you know what I mean?”
Do I even know what I mean?
He says something under his breath, but I don’t catch it. Glancing up from the table, I wonder if I should ask him to repeat it. He meets my gaze and smiles softly before I make a decision.
“I see,” he says at normal volume. “Do you have any big plans this summer?”
This time I can’t stop myself from laughing. “No. My roommate, Rose, will be out of town for a couple months, and I don’t have any family around here. I’m kind of winging it on my own this
Speaking of things I haven’t seen...
A few days have passed since I met Ice at the grocery store. He’s been crossing my mind randomly, but I haven’t heard from him. I’m starting to wonder whether I imagined the whole thing. Either that or he was humoring me by asking for my number and never intended to contact me in the first place.
I knew that Ice Monroe as the Ideal Guy, was too good to be true.
There’s a reason why I decided against telling Rose about him when I got home that day. If she knew, both of us would end up disappointed rather …show more content…
I check to see how Ice is doing and watch him place one peach ring and three brownie chunks on his.
The amount of toppings I have is embarrassing compared to his more deliberate approach. He gives my bowl a slightly judgmental glance before flashing a smile. He obviously gets a kick out of it, but he doesn’t say anything.
We head over to the cashier counter. I hand him my bowl, and he sets both on the scale. Our total comes out to be just over ten dollars – no thanks to my overuse of toppings. I almost feel bad about it until Ice fishes a fifty-dollar bill out of his jacket pocket.
Either he’s rich or he’s just showing off for the hell of it. I have him pegged as a college student, but what kind of student walks around with fifty-dollar bills sitting around in their jacket pocket?
More importantly, why is he wearing a jacket in the first place? It’s like a hundred degrees outside. Yet, there he is, standing right there, rocking a (probably) genuine leather jacket.
What the hell?
I must have spaced out because when I pop back into the real world, I’m already standing in front of one of the tables. Ice hands me my yogurt – complete with a plastic spoon sticking out of the bowl – and pulls out a chair for …show more content…
He purses his lips and glances away thoughtfully. I sigh and pick one of the gummy candies out of my froyo. It’s hard as a rock.
The atmosphere is growing increasingly awkward, so I stare through the glass behind him and watch people walk by while idly mixing up the contents of my bowl. When I look down again, the frozen yogurt-topping combination has become a pale, brown color. It looks pretty weird, but it still tastes good.
Hopefully, the date turns out the same way. Weird, but still good.
“Do you have many friends around here?” he asks.
“No.” I almost laugh, but manage to stop myself. “It’s pretty sad, but my roommate is my only close friend. Sure, I know a lot of her friends, but most of them are too intense for me. If you know what I mean?”
Do I even know what I mean?
He says something under his breath, but I don’t catch it. Glancing up from the table, I wonder if I should ask him to repeat it. He meets my gaze and smiles softly before I make a decision.
“I see,” he says at normal volume. “Do you have any big plans this summer?”
This time I can’t stop myself from laughing. “No. My roommate, Rose, will be out of town for a couple months, and I don’t have any family around here. I’m kind of winging it on my own this