"Dark chocolate's still my favorite," Gigi states, devouring the new hazelnut flavor added to our favorite Gelato Parlor. "But I guess this one takes the number two spot."
We're seated on a bench in the main square - birds chirping, water fountains splashing, sun beaming. Yet, I can't enjoy any of it - not even the taste of my ice cream.
"Let me try," I reach my hand out but she stuffs her mouth with the last piece of what's left of her cone, giggling. "Gigi doesn't share food, you should know that by now," she stands up as I shake my head in disapproval.
"But I'll get you another one," she jerks her head to the parlor. "C'mon, I'll wait in the line with you."
I almost chuckle. "Wow, you're so generous," I say ironically - knowing she must want yet another cone for herself.
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