Sam.
5 and a half years ago.
We walked to the ice cream shop every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. It was a tradition. Sometimes her friends or my friends would come too, but usually, it was just us.
She walked giddily, talking about what flavor she should get this time. Every time she tried to get a different flavor from the previous day which resulted in her trying every flavor. Even the bacon one. Even the popcorn one (which she said just tasted salty with weird kernels scattered inside).
I walked with half her giddiness. "Well, personally, I think you should try the Pig Skin, I hear it's amazing," I said dryly.
Liv slapped my arm. "We both know there's no Pig Skin flavor in the shop."
I shrugged. "You never know. Someone could personally request the owner to make a Pig Skin flavor." I whistled. She scowled. "I only asked him to do that once. Once. And the flavor was pretty good."
"Uh-huh. Hotdogs in ice cream is a good combination."
She stayed silent after that.
We reached the shop and immediately she asked if they could make a Pig Skin flavor ice cream, offering a twenty dollar bill.
They just smiled and said they could think about it and she could check back in next week.
"Okay. Can I have one scoop of Coffee, please? In a cone (because it was Friday)."
We sat down at our usual spot under the tree.
Talked for hours under the waning sun.
Left.
Came back next week,
and you know what?
The pig skin ice cream sat in the corner, waiting for her.
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