Icecream

"How is it?" he asked her impatiently, looking at her expectantly.

"Mmm." she said thoughtfully, as if savouring the flavour of the icecream, "It's good, it's good."

"Don't lie," he said with mock anger giving her a suspicious look. "It's my favourite flavour! How come you don't like it! You didn't like it at all, did you?" he said, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Actually I really didn't like it. This milk and mint combination is very weird!" she said smiling, biting her tongue, "I like the color though. It's unique."

Fresh mint green with tiny chocolate grains embedded in the cream. Interesting indeed.

She planted a swift cold kiss on his cheek and his face lit up.

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"Which one do you want??" someone in the group asked.

"Milk Mint Chocolate." she said quietly pronouncing each word clearly as though the words were flavoured, the coldness in the icecream shop slightly seeping into her heart.

"What the hell is that!" she heard someone say, "You and your weird choices!"

She quietly scooped up a small portion from her cup and tasted it. The coolness of the mint tingled her tongue and the warmth of the tears, her eyes.