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The thing about eating ice cream in winter was that it didn’t melt on her. She could take her time and not feel rushed like in the summer heat. The lack of urgency leant to a leisurely stroll. Coincidently, both her hands were cold; the one holding the bowl of Very Berry Strawberry, as well as the one pinching the tiny shovel-like plastic spoon between finger and thumb. Brooke shaved off a curl of pink ice cream and popped the spoon in her mouth.
Sweet and fruity, a little tart, with berry bits churned into the strawberry, Brooke pulled the spoon from her lips clean. She caught the change in vibe, and went for another spoonful. Goki was always laid back, like nothing bothered him, so the shift wasn’t difficult to notice.
Brooke followed his squint as she ate, spoon hanging from her lips like a cigarette, and eyed the man who seemed to have Goki’s attention. She didn’t stare, but took him in with a glance, then looked back to Goki, almost casual about it.
From her quick assessment of the man leaning against the wall and sipping a coffee, he was well dressed; professionally casual against the chill. The grey and black suited him with that shock of red hair, that seemed all the brighter for the apparel. Like them all, he watched the platform, presumably waiting for the next train.
“Friend of yours?” Brooke asked conversationally, her eyes returning to her ice cream as she peeled free another spoonful.
The thing about eating ice cream in winter was that it didn’t melt on her. She could take her time and not feel rushed like in the summer heat. The lack of urgency leant to a leisurely stroll. Coincidently, both her hands were cold; the one holding the bowl of Very Berry Strawberry, as well as the one pinching the tiny shovel-like plastic spoon between finger and thumb. Brooke shaved off a curl of pink ice cream and popped the spoon in her mouth.
Sweet and fruity, a little tart, with berry bits churned into the strawberry, Brooke pulled the spoon from her lips clean. She caught the change in vibe, and went for another spoonful. Goki was always laid back, like nothing bothered him, so the shift wasn’t difficult to notice.
Brooke followed his squint as she ate, spoon hanging from her lips like a cigarette, and eyed the man who seemed to have Goki’s attention. She didn’t stare, but took him in with a glance, then looked back to Goki, almost casual about it.
From her quick assessment of the man leaning against the wall and sipping a coffee, he was well dressed; professionally casual against the chill. The grey and black suited him with that shock of red hair, that seemed all the brighter for the apparel. Like them all, he watched the platform, presumably waiting for the next train.
“Friend of yours?” Brooke asked conversationally, her eyes returning to her ice cream as she peeled free another spoonful.