Film of Love

Cinquante

We stop by the entrance of this pastel ice cream parlor with a rose gold awning just above its cute little white wooden door with the same color as its doorknob. The Cafe itself is contrasting the other intimidating shops. Those Cafe are mostly sells like starbucks but this Cafe that we entered has a different and unique style. The interior is so amazing and so fluffy and also it smells good and you might be not distinguish the food from the things except their sizes. The service is also so cute and chill because the waitresses are also dressed up cutely. I think the Cafe or the Cafe owner is a Japanese of is that the manager who works with her own ideas turned out to be like this. It is so beautiful nevertheless.

A fancy-looking Café with its ancient style and we can compare it to the shops we can see in Diagon Alley. If their products are cold enough to brain freeze, their interior and exterior are making it warm in our eyes.

The Pastel color palette is classic, for me. We enter and the chimes rang, beautifully in our ears. It sounds like pixie dust just sprinkled into you.

There are many people here as I can see but it’s not that many to run out of available seats. There’s a couple in front of us ordering. Uh… well they look adorable with the matching clothes as well as their shoes. Although I look at both of them from hair to shoes it’s not that creepy. I look like pathetic when looking at the couple who is taking their time being lovely dovey in front of me. What a sight! I am not jealous about it, just that it was too much. They are nearly getting in the nerves of the crew. We waited for them to finish and then we are next to order. I didn't know that there was some kind of Cafe in the world and it happened to be near. I want to eat those adorable bean.

“Good day, what is your order?” the lady in her cute pastel yellow cup and blue apron asked.

“Should we go for the twin?” I asked her because I saw the “Ice Twin” that turns out to be their best selling and mostly. Popular new

“Oh!” she exclaimed looking so confused. I thought she went here with her father and she don’t know about it.

“Please! It saves our money than buying the ice cream individually!” I pleaded with her and convinced her by the money-saving style. She is a little stingy when it comes to buying things or buying food because she just learned from her mom, while on me she told me that don’t save money for food. It took a while to respond to my suggestion and finally, she agreed. “Sure.”

“Can we get the Twin cream,” I said to the lady who is patiently waiting over the counter.

“What flavors?” she asked.

“Matcha Oreo Cookie and the other side is Mint choco,” I said. I want to laugh at us because we are getting some cold dessert while it’s snowing cats and dogs outside. Well, I think cold never bothered us anyway.

I’m salivating here as we step aside to get to the clear glass watching someone gracefully scoop their handmade ice creams. I think my flavor is so yummy, if you tell me my thoughts about the Mint Choco flavored one, it’s pretty alright to me but I can’t seem to have gotten into the hype, I’m sorry Cosette—she enjoying the taste of it.

The final scoop happened, put all the extra toppings and it’s good to go so she rang the bell and we take no time to get it.

The ice cream is so cute and well decorated. Here she comes again, our foodgrapher in action. She will keep some memories in photos while I’ll keep them in my heart because if we kept it in our mind we sometimes forget it but if it is in our heart we can feel those feelings whenever they passed by our life once in a blue moon.

“Fancy ice cream!” she cutely and excitedly utter.

“It is! God! Look at the ice cream!” I exclaimed.

As we sit by the glass window on the white fluffy couch, we smooch the ice cream little by little enjoying every single ice cream in our rose gold spoon.

“Alright!” she suddenly said that made me startle. “I will show it now, you better be ready!” she opened her phone, scrolled a bit, and slowly turned it to me. I can’t take it anymore and took it from her hands.

“Who is this?” I asked.

She snatched and grinned at me and answered. “The guy earlier that you bumped.”

“Pardon? I think it’s not him,” I denied it.

“What?”

“Eh… erm… h–he i–is m–much m–more h–handsome,” I stuttered while stuffing my mouth with a mouthful amount of ice cream.

She smirked at me and teased me. “Aye! You like him!” I saw it coming but I just rolled my eyes and snatched the cup but then she snatched it again and put it in the center.

She sighed and said. “Fine!” I smirked and think that she is such a baby.

“But is he do you—” she stopped and gulped as I glare at her. “I mean have a crush on him?” she asked me a new question.

Crush? I frankly think the word is not that deep to give a different meaning, so I nodded. I am the person that can give you a genuine and true answer if you ask a good question and it makes sense to me.

She grinned teasingly to me as she eats her spoon—I can see that she is using the spoon to stop any squeal coming out her mouth.

“You two make a great pair!” she commented all of the sudden. I scoffed at her silly comment, which made me shy.

“I hate it!” I confessed. She looked at me and said. “Sorry, Not Sorry!”

“I hate you!” I said but she just ignore me. I didn’t notice that my ice cream is almost done and she is also finished with her. I felt not continue eating it and gestured to her that we should go now.

I stretch my arms and back and looked beside me as I saw her retouching her lips and so I did it with some pinky cherry lip balm.

“So where are we going now?” I asked.

“Home?” she suggested. I agreed and we start to head back to the house. It’s getting colder now and I also miss my bed.

“Do you always call your father?” I unexpectedly asked. I just ponder over that question for such short notice, wanting to know that they still have a connection to each other.

“Yes, we do not that often because we both forgot time differences between France and where ever he is but we don’t forget too long because any of us can do initiate the call first. “ She told me a very on-point explanation as we go back home with our tummies full and eyes full of memories in the downtown. If the spring comes or summertime comes I want to go visit the outskirts and some beaches with all I love.

Cosette and I we're really matching and our dad's too. I know how Cosette feel and she know about mine too. We rarely talked about our family especially our fathers, it's not because we don't miss them or because they are far from us it's because it became sad. The vibe or the atmosphere becomes dull and they have a motto that they should be happy wherever they go.

When talking about your one family can't stop your eyes from bulging and the tears will slowly threaten to go down until you can't do anything but let it flow down slowly. I think I'm daddy's girl or for the both of us. I guessed the reason is because dad tends to spoil their children and I think we are in the same boat. I can't forget the things we play and how nostalgic it is to recall.

After the ice cream party, I suggest we go to the arcade because I just want to have some fun. I think it is in my bucket list because this will my first time(?) going in an arcade. I know it is absurd, but what I can do I never really got a chance when I was a bit younger to play in arcade like other kids do and some adults also do.

I want to see how the arcade games works and Cosette is being used in the city I expected her to be good at games in the arcade. I also want to experience driving in a visual car because I am driver I want to polish and master skills, just kidding. It will be different, I'd say and it really it.

"Hey want to bet on something?" Cosette asked. She is smirking at me because she knows that I'm going to lose on her, but I still accepted the challenge.

"Alright. Rock! Paper! Scissors!" we both yelled and I won. I get to choose what I want to play in order for only three games.

"I'm just going pretty on you!" Cosette added. It's too late and that lateness can prove that I am the queen of rock, papers and scissors game. It will never get old. My first game is racing cars, second is hammering the monsters that will pop out and the final is the dancing game. I wanna move my body and muscles.

"Get ready to lose!" I said. I am pretty confident when it comes to driving. I just need to be fast and safe because it will mover your car faster and you can aim 1st place. If this is a bit good then you want worse then just go to Cosette.

Her driving skills are the worse ever.

Its an unanimous vote and I won the first game. The second one she won it because I didn't understand the rules. I just added to the game list because I just saw it.

"The final game," I said. "Let's see the winner." I continued.i don't know if she can dance, I think I can dance because I performed its just that I am performing in the ice.

"Let's see then!" she replied. I nodded my head as we walked on the platform. The dancing game has this big speakers and monitors on it.

"I'll be in the blue, you'll be in the pink one." I instructed. I am in the right side and she was in the left side. I think right side is my strength and her weakness is her left but we can see and judge it when we saw her dance. The machine speak and countdown.

" 3! 2! 1! Music Cue!" the machine said and the game started. Th beats in the sound is slow then went to normal then went to fast pace.

I can't look at her because I am now bit struggling and bit busy. I just sense that she is enjoying it as much as I do. She won the first place in dance and we changed roles. I am now the one who will be like his servant. She gave out her three game list and those are the bike race, shoot them game and another dance game.

"Are you ready?" she asked and I replies. "Yes, ma'am !!"

We played her game and I won two times. I never thought I have a thing for driving as well us for shooting. She just won the dancing game. I think she loves the game so much but it just make me dizzy nonetheless, I enjoyed the arcade and it will be off in my check list.