What Gave it Away?

What Do I Owe You

After a long staring competition with Dylan, we finally sat down at the booth. Willow would occasionally laugh at us or with us and Cole just watched.

"Your ice creams are ready," the cashier called from the counter.

"Thank you," I smile, grabbing the tray with the four cups.

"How nice of you to order me my favourite ice cream," I glare at Cole.

"You should be happy I paid,"

"I'm not," I smile handing him a ten dollar bill.

"No." He hands it back.

"No." I laugh, putting it on his side.

"Cole, just take it,"

"I'll take it if she gives me what she owes me,"

"What do I owe you?"