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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟭𝟭

(Y/n) had one final date this weekend, and that was her date with Jay. Unlike Vasco, Jay wanted to let her take the reigns and plan the date so that there wasn't a chance she'd be dissatisfied with anything he would've picked. It was a nice thought, but she wasn't picky so she was sure whatever he chose would've been fine. Either way, Jay wanted nothing to do with the planning process. 

She spent her entire time at work the previous night thinking about what he would've found enjoyable, that would also be affordable, since she insisted on paying for everything in the spur of the moment. In the process, she realized that she liked it better when somebody else did the planning. It gave her less to worry about. 

'Come to think of it.. I don't know anything about what Jay likes. Or anything about him at all. I talk about myself so much that I never actually asked him about himself... Holy shit, I'm a bad person-' She realized while planning. At that point, she had already given up and decided to just do whatever she thought would be fun. 

And that's how she found herself at the playground, waiting on the swings while eyeing down any passing children who could've stolen the swing she was saving for Jay. 

"..."

"Ah, Jay! You're here!" She smiled at the boy as he watched her on the swings. 

"..." 

The boy smiled back at her, taking the swing next to her as he waited to hear what she had planned for today. Little did he know, she still had no idea what she wanted to do. 

The two of them sat on the swings in silence for a while before (Y/n) decided she was bored and got off. 

"Let's get ice cream!" 

She suggested, grabbing the boy's hand and practically dragging him to the nearest ice cream shop. He was surprised by her sudden action, but didn't say anything about it (not like he would've been able to anyway). 

The two of them neared a plaza filled with many little shops, like restaurants, clothing stores, and coffee shops. Somewhere inside the plaza was a small ice cream truck parked in the parking lot, there was a small line outside of it that mostly consisted of little kids and some elderly couples. 

The girl pulled Jay into the line, not letting go of his hand as the two of them waited beside each other. 

"What do you think you're going to get?" 

She asked the boy as he gazed up at the menu, seemingly trying to make a decision. She did the same as he did and looked up at the menu options, eventually deciding on (favorite ice cream flavor). 

"..."

The girl inside the truck nodded when (Y/n) told her the two orders, disappearing out of view to scoop their ice creams. She came back within a minute with them in her hand. (Y/n) thanked her with a smile and then began scanning the area for a place to sit. 

The two  sat down across from each other, (Y/n) with (favorite ice cream flavor), and Jay with strawberry ice cream. In the time they took to eat your ice cream, the girl had talked a LOT about working at the convenience store and complaining about Daniel's bad cooking. 

"The customers are either scary looking, or are just straight up mean." 

"..." 

"That's what I'm saying! And don't even get me started on how much they pay me." 

That's pretty much how the conversation went. 

It looked odd from anyone else's standpoint, but it made complete sense to her and Jay.