Shattered Glass | A Short Story [EDITED]

Icecream Flavors and Breakfast Dates [Ch. 4]

"Rocky Road."

"No way! It's definitely Mint Chip."

We had been talking for a while, right now we were trying to find the best icecream flavor. It was now about 7:30 give or take.

"Fine. I guess you're right." He sighed.

"Though, I do really like Neopolatitan."

"Yeah. But Cotton Candy is way better."

"I suppose so." I hum.

"But we all know Pistachio is the best one, right?"

"Of course."

"Good."

"Great."

"Amazing."

"Splendid."

"Spectacular."

"Extravagant."

"Cool."

"Hmm?"

"I don't know any more big words."

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"I've never tried caramel swirl."

He gaped at me, eyes completely wide.

"Never?!"

"No, I'm allergic to caramel."

"You're missing out."

I sighed. "That's what I've heard."

As our conversation went on, I realized he started looking at the floor a lot more.

"You okay there Daryl?"

"Hmmm?"

"You alright? You keep looking at the floor. And I know it's not dirty cause I sweeped it on Wednesday."

"Ermm."

"What?" I furrow my eyebrows at him.

"Well you see—"

"No, I don't actually. I'm legally blind in my left eye."

He snorted before calming himself.

"Anyways, would you like to . . . go to McDonald's with me?" He questioned shyly.

"As like a date?"

"A breakfast date. In like . . . thirty minutes. Give or take."

"Sure."

"Great! I had a feeling you'd say yes."

"Would you like, I don't know. Un-zip tie me?"

"Oh yeah."