Beatrice's PoV
We passed by the ice cream shop, and I squeezed George's hand twice, and he looked at me.
"What is it?" I nodded when George asked. When George asked, I pointed to the person selling the ice cream in the cup.
We went there, and I chose my flavor; George looked at the flavors as well, and thankfully, he acted like a human.
"We have a discount when a couple buys, and the flavor is strawberry with chocolate," the man said.
"All right, let's get the one with the discount," George said, and I smiled; my favorite flavors are chocolate and strawberry, and I hope he enjoys the taste of ice cream.
We were given the one in the cup with the strawberry and chocolate; I accepted it, and the seller thanked me. We walked, and I immediately tasted the delicious ice cream.
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