Soraya's POV
"Do you like ice cream?" Darius suddenly asked.
I blinked, caught off guard by the question. Ice cream?
"Uh…yes," I said, turning to look at him. I did like ice cream… a lot, actually. The question felt random, but also strangely exciting.
"Okay." He nodded.
We kept driving in silence, and I thought that was the end of it. But then, the car slowed down and stopped. I frowned, glancing out the window. The area looked unfamiliar.
"This isn't the house," I said, confused.
Darius glanced at me then smiled. "We're here to get some ice cream."
I blinked.
"You said you liked ice cream, didn't you?"
"I did, but I didn't think you meant—"
"What?" he cut in teasingly. "You don't want to get some?"
"I do," I said quickly, a bit flustered. "I just did
