Simone

"What kind of ice cream do you like?" Reed asked as we waited in line to order. The little shop was white and pink, little tables and chairs spread out across the floor and a large menu above the counter giving the assorted flavors of ice cream.

I looked them over, fascinated by all the combinations and variety. "How many scoops can I have?" I asked him.

He squinted at the menu and said, "Three max."

I pouted then chose. "Reece's, cookie dough, and…Oreo."

He smiled down at me. "Good choices!" We got up to the counter and he gave the order. The small woman nodded and smiled, scooping one after another before adding it up. Reed paid and handed me the bowl, then led me over to a table. We sat down and I took my first taste of ice cream in a long time. "You look like a kid in a candy store," Reed chuckled.

I smiled and shrugged. "I don't get ice cream very often. It's something that wasn't bought for the pack."