(Mylay's POV)
Once Quame' and I neared Iris' Ice Cream Shop, we noticed a line outside the shop. "Holy hell, is it always this packed?" I asked Quame'. "Honestly, I haven't been around here in a while, but I can't imagine it being this busy at this time of the day," Quame' responded, confused himself. "Oh well, I still want some. Let's go!" I stated as I grabbed Quame's wrist and pulled him along.
We reached the front of the cute little shop with a mint green awning stretched out over two pink benches on either side of the door. There were ice cream cones painted on all of the windows, and I could see the line inside from where I was standing. We waited in line for about ten minutes with everyone gawking at Quame' before we finally made it inside to stand in yet another line. "This ice
