Page 36 of Falling for my Best Friend

“What can I say? I prefer the consistency of a creamy blend to an icy one.”

She laughed. “Is that it up there?”

“Yeah, the one with the green awning.”

She clapped her hands in front of her. “Oooh I’m excited!”

“You should be. I don’t want to spoil the surprise, but rumor has it that they have a cake batter flavor.”

“Shut up.”

“And who better to judge that than you?”

Her eyes grew wide at the thought. “No one, obviously.”

I pushed the door open and held it for her.

“Fancy,” she said, admiring the murals on the walls which featured mountains topped with ice cream caps.

“I’m glad you like them. We might me staring at them for a while.”

“It’s not the worst line we’ve stood in,” she said. “Besides, what did you expect on a balmy summer evening?”

“Hopefully it’s worth the wait.”

“So what is Chelsea doing that she didn’t want to come?”

“Besides the fact that she thinks ice cream is evil?”

“Is it cause she hates me?”

“No. Not that you would care if she did.”

Some blood rushed to Lucy’s pale cheeks as she looked down at the white tiled floor.

“She was volunteering all day.”

She looked up. “Volunteering?”

“Yeah, at the nursing home where her Grandma lives.”

Lucy swallowed.

“What?”

“Nothing. I just didn’t realize she was the volunteering type.”

“Me neither,” I said, “but she’s been doing it a lot lately.”

“Oh?”

“I think it takes her mind off things. She’s been pretty stressed out.”

“About what?”

“She hasn’t gotten the last few jobs she’s gone for, and it’s starting to get to her.”

“Did you try telling her that every no gets her closer to a yes?”

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