"What kind of ice cream do you want?"
Blake leaned over from the passenger seat to look over Jamie. The flavors were unfortunately not listed.
"I don't know. I can't see the flavors. What do they have?"
"Uh, like twenty different things. Their vanilla bean is fucking fantastic."
Blake scrunched up her face, shaking her head.
"What? What's wrong with that? Sorry I swore," he decided, rolling his eyes. She was too sensitive for him.
"No, that isn't... No, its just. Its white."
"... What?" She was still leaning over him, so his staring in incredulous confusion was close up. She moved back to her seat.
"Its white food. I don't like it."
"... white food..."
"Si."
"I'm white."
"Que?"
Now Blake was confused.
"I'm white."
"Si." She looked at him. "And...?"
He shook his head. "Okay, what's wrong with white food?"
"Oh. No, not like... white... people food. White food. The color. I don't know, I just don't really like it."
This took a moment to register with Jamie. Then he laughed. "Seriously? That's what it is? With you and... wow, white food. Yeah. That's some anal shit, right there. You're... weird. But okay." Blake frowned slightly as he laughed at her, but she didn't take it personally. That was Jamie. Where she was sensitive, he was not. "Okay, uh... how about the... mint chocolate chip?"
She nodded. "Sure, that sounds good. Gracias."
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Beginning of the end
Short StoryBlake loves him very much. She has loved him for years. How can she not love the father of her child, her fiance? There are bumps and bruises along the way, but Blake is sure that in the end, when they get married, it will all be alright. It has to...
