CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
“Vanilla,” He dragged the word, regarding me with a surprised look.
“What? Nothing tastes better than Honey Vanilla bean ice cream,” I countered, taking another scoop of the plastic jar full of sweetness. I took a second to savor the sweetness but when I looked up, Brandon was staring at me with an amused expression.
“What?” I frowned slightly.
“No. I just thought you were more of a strawberry woman,” he shrugged.
“Excuse you,” I hit him lightly as we walked around the park. He was undoubtedly right about this walk and ice cream. Seeing people around me, having the time of their lives, oblivious to what was happening in the real world, was pretty much refreshing. There was something about ice cream that just had a way of making me feel better.
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