I wrapped my arms around myself dramatically before speaking.
“I want ice cream.”
Adrian looked at me slowly.
“…Right now?”
“Yes.”
“It’s almost midnight.”
“And?”
“Elena.”
“What? I survived emotional warfare tonight. I deserve ice cream.”
Silence.
Then finally—
“What flavor?”
Victory.
Absolute victory.
“Strawberry.”
“Of course.”
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing.”
“It sounded judgmental.”
“It was slightly judgmental.”
I gasped.
Then twenty minutes later we stopped outside a supermarket glowing brightly against the dark streets.
Adrian unbuckled his seatbelt immediately.
“Wait here.”
“I can come with you.”
“You’re freezing already.”
“…Fair.”
Then he disappeared inside while I curled deeper into the backseat dramatically.
Honestly?
Everything tonight still felt surr
