"It's the sundae." I say and shove a spoonful in my mouth, instantly freezing from the cold impact.
"Brain freeze. This will make it go away." He says, pulling up a chair from a nearby table beside me and plopping down, placing a kiss on my temple.
"Don't rush, it's only 8:15." He says as I eat up a few more spoonfuls.
I point to the other spoon in the sundae and ask, "are you gonna eat?"
He nods slowly and grabs the spoon, scooping a bit of ice cream on the tip and gently placing it at the opening of his mouth. He swirls his tongue around his mouth, before putting up a thumbs up.
My phone pings with a message, so I shove my spoon into a scoop of ice cream and fish through my jacket pocket for it.
When are you coming home
-Evan
I'm not sure, not too late tho
-Erin
Okay, cause
