They approached the counter and the smiling attendant.
“Hello,” Flynn said, wrapping an arm around Polly’s shoulder. “The lady will have a double raspberry cone. I’ll have a double moose tracks.”
“Coming up.” The attendant took their money, then started on their cones. When they were ready, Polly and Flynn sat at a table away from the windows to enjoy them.
The alcohol having worn off, they flipped back through their “celebrity” pictures. Most of them were slightly look-alike average people but one photo...
“Holy shit. That was Jason Momoa.” Polly laughed and showed Flynn.
“Damn, it was. Nice sighting.”
They laughed and ate their ice cream. They traded stories, told jokes, and generally enjoyed their time together.