I found a seat for two of us, and waved Nathan over after getting the ice cream.
Thank you," I gave him a smile, reaching for my bowl of chocolatey goodness, and digging in.
Nathan didn't touch his chocolate ice cream, he only propped his elbows on the table and leaned into his palm, watching me with a smile on his lips.
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Chocolate Ice Cream
Short StoryTara Flynn believes that the only way to heal a broken heart is by locking herself in her room, and eating tons of chocolate ice cream. Nathaniel Adam disagrees.
