Ice Cream Kisses

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"There is no sincerer love than a love for ice cream."
George Bernard Shaw

The first time I saw you, you were sitting with your girlfriend, laughing and nursing a mint chocolate chip ice cream cone. She was hanging onto your arm, evidently saying something funny, as you were throwing your head back, letting out the most melodic chuckle I'd ever heard.

You noticed me, and we locked eyes.

You with your white washed jeans and Pink Floyd tee shirt, and me with my ice cream stained Milk House uniform. You smiled, I blushed, and the moment was gone as quickly as it had come.

I turned away and began to clear off a table. I picked up the tray of empty ice cream bowls and spun around, ready to walk back to the kitchen.

But you were right in front of me, smiling brightly, with your girlfriend staring daggers at me. The bowls slipped off, the napkins tumbled, and the tray clattered to the ground.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" you said, bending down to help me. Just like in a cliché teen romance novel, we reached for the same bowl, and our fingers touched.

I pulled my hand back first and blushed. "Sorry."

You flashed me your easy grin again. "No problem." With everything picked up, we stood, and you handed me the tray.

"Have a good day." you said. You took your girlfriend's hand again and led her away.

When I got to the kitchen, I saw you'd scrawled your number onto a chocolate-stained napkin. Hi, it read, You look like a soccer girl. Fancy a game sometime? Quinn.

Just like that, with a poorly written note on a crumpled up napkin, you'd stolen my heart, and I was never gonna get it back.

Above is Ashley Benson as Jess.