Ethan's POV
The ice cream dripped down my cone, threatening to make a mess of my fingers. I licked around the edges, catching the vanilla before it could escape. The evening air was warm, a gentle breeze rustling through the nearby trees, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers.
Hannah walked beside me, focused on her chocolate cone with the intensity of an art critic studying a masterpiece.
"You know," I said, glancing at her sideways. "I kept checking my phone yesterday evening. Thought you might call, maybe want to grab dinner or something."
Hannah's lips curved into a smile, her tongue darting out to catch a drop of chocolate. "Aww, did someone miss me?" She bumped her shoulder against mine, nearly causing me to fumble my cone. "The great Ethan Williams, pining away by his pho
