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Leila practically leaps out of the car—grinning as she stretches dramatically before linking arms with me and dragging me toward the ice cream shop.
“Buckle up, buttercup. This is gonna be glorious.I’m getting triple scoops. And sprinkles. And maybe some whipped cream on top—just for fun.“
I laugh, watching as Leila practically vibrates with excitement.I glance at the different flavors and toppings—debating what to get. Leila—however—is already eagerly awaiting her turn at the counter, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
The person behind the counter is a teenager that can barely be eighteen—his name tag reading “Mark”. He looks bored out of his mind, barely looking up as Leila steps forward and flashes an overly bright smile.
“Hi there!“
She bats her lashes and leans against
