Thirty Nine
SOMETHING NEW The parlour was just as Nova remembered, pastel coloured walls and soft-toned furniture, Ed Sheeran (and sometimes Aurora, or even Birdy) playing softly in the background and the sweet, icy scent wafting through the air. Nova figured this was a place you needed to visit during weekday mornings, when adults were still at work and students were still at school. A time when the chatter and the laughter wouldn't drown out the coziness of this place. "What are you thinking about?" Graham's voice was directly behind her, her tall frame allowing his breath to fan across her ears. "Which flavour I want," she lied easily. Then again, it wasn't a total lie. She was standing with her hands resting against the glass of the long counter, where an array of ice cream
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