“It’s so good.” Brooke said as she entered the train car, already working on her next scoop. “Very berry!” She smiled, a strawberry seed in her teeth.
Goki dropped into a seat, and she made to follow, but not before sparing a glance at the ginger in the long coat. She couldn’t dismiss the tension between them. Her mind groped for an explanation, and many scenarios, some more outlandish than others, played before her eyes. But Brooke doubted anything would happen; they both seemed content to keep their distance.
Goki’s question reeled her in, and she sat before answering, taking the seat behind him so they could continue to chat. She stretched out as he did, her ankles crossed and feet dangling so they weren’t on the seat cushion—not that it mattered. The fabric looked nasty anyway. “Once before. I had the…” She paused, thinking, playing her tiny spoon amongst what remained of her pink-purple swirled ice cream. “It was like a chocolate fudge thing. Real good, but real heavy. There were bits of brownie mixed in.” Brooke explained, remembering fondly.
Goki dropped into a seat, and she made to follow, but not before sparing a glance at the ginger in the long coat. She couldn’t dismiss the tension between them. Her mind groped for an explanation, and many scenarios, some more outlandish than others, played before her eyes. But Brooke doubted anything would happen; they both seemed content to keep their distance.
Goki’s question reeled her in, and she sat before answering, taking the seat behind him so they could continue to chat. She stretched out as he did, her ankles crossed and feet dangling so they weren’t on the seat cushion—not that it mattered. The fabric looked nasty anyway. “Once before. I had the…” She paused, thinking, playing her tiny spoon amongst what remained of her pink-purple swirled ice cream. “It was like a chocolate fudge thing. Real good, but real heavy. There were bits of brownie mixed in.” Brooke explained, remembering fondly.