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𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐚.
a mythical drink that makes
the drinker taste what their
heart most desires.
After one sip, Aaron would come
to find that for him, it was the
sweet honey he had tasted on
her lips just moments before.
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❝ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘯�...
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They both jumped out of the car and headed towards the ice cream parlor Hotch had driven them to. A tiny bell rung as they entered and they were instantly hit with a wave of warmth and the smell of freshly made waffles. Olivia took a deep breath, it smelled like heaven.
"Hey Aaron." The lady behind the counter greeted him as they walked further inside.
"Victoria. Good to see you." He smiled.
She peaked over to look at them. "And who is this lovely young lady."
"This is Olivia. Olivia meet Victoria. She owns the place." He gestured between the two ladies.
"Lovely to meet you." Olivia smiled as she greeted the middle aged lady behind the counter.
"And you dear." Victoria's eyes twinkled as she became acquainted with the young agent. "Aaron, no Jack today?"
"Uh no. He's with his mom. It would be too late for him anyway."
"Well I haven't seen him in a while. You tell him I said hello okay?" He nodded. "Right." She clapped her hands together. "What can I get for you both?"
Olivia's eyes gleamed as she surveyed her choice before her. "Belgian chocolate in a bowl please."
"The usual." Hotch replied.
Victoria prepared their ice creams. Within minutes, they were ready. The two thanked her and took a seat on one of the many empty tables.
"Jack?" Olivia asked as they took a seat.
"My son." He smiled as he thought about his little boy. Then he pulled out his phone and showed her a picture of Jack. "He's three."
"Aww, he looks like the sweetest little boy ever."
"He is." Hotch confirmed her words. His son was the most gentle soul he'd ever come across.
"So what's 'the usual'?" Olivia tried to take a peak of Hotch's ice cream but he was having none of it. He quickly folded his arms around his ice cream and hid it from her view. It was something Jack had made up and forced him to eat and he'd been eating it ever since.
"It's a secret."
"Oh come on. I cried in front of you." He laughed and slowly removed his arms from around his ice cream cup. Once she saw it, she gasped.
"What Is that?"
"Cookie dough and vanilla ice cream topped with gummy bears and fruit loops." He replied as seriously as he could.
She burst out laughing. "That," laugh, "Is the," wheeze, "most peculiar order," laugh, "ever."
"It's not that weird." He tried to justify his ice cream order. "Jack made it up."
