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"Ice cream doesn't lie."
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[T]he afternoon was still relatively warm as you reached the beach shop, and the kids rushed ahead to pick out their ice creams, their earlier excitement renewed. They were only allowed to pick one flavour each, so they eagerly pressed their faces against the class at the counter, to examine the assortment the store had.
Hinata took a moment to compose himself, sneaking a glance at you out of the corner of his eye. You were busy helping one of the smaller boys decide between two flavours, your expression soft and patient.
He recognised the boy as the same one who'd tripped when you were playing soccer. He seemed to be a bit more frail than the others, but Hinata didn't ponder it.
After a few moments of chaotic decision-making, they finally settled on their choices and each told the clerk which one they wanted. Hinata made sure everyone was taken care of before turning back to the counter to order one for you while you escorted the kids to a nearby picnic table. He thought things would be awkward between the two of you after the festival and the way he ran off, but they weren't. If anything, they were a lot better.
He seemed to be making steady progress despite his inexperience in courting a woman. Hinata wasn't sure what it was, but he knew that he wanted to get to know you more and more.
"Um, I'll have... this one," the ginger said while pointing to an image he couldn't quite pronounce. Then, after a moment of extra consideration, he added, "could you please add some of those extra toppings too? And can I have a couple serviettes to use later?"
