Shawn at topThe ice cream parlor was so cute, it was blue and white striped and cool inside. It smelled good, to. "Yum." I could not resist remarking as we walked in.
Shawn grinned. "Yup. I love ice cream."
"Ice cream is pretty great." I grinned back.
He nodded, and we sat at a small table. "This good enough?" He fretted with wide eyes.
"Of course." I smiled. "Don't worry, Shawnie."
"Heh," He smirked at the nickname. "Guess I'll call you Rosie-pooh then."
I giggled. "That's what my Dad calls me." I told him warmly.
Shawn smiled a little. "So, what's your family like?"
"Nice." I replied with a grin. "A little boring."
"I cant imagine that." He replied, leaning closer. "Since your so awesome."