Chapter Twenty One

"You enjoy it." We are on our third cup of ice cream, and I feel completely inebriated. With the first taste, my mind was so chilled. Who created this earthly paradise?

"I adore it." He gives me a nod and a bite.“Hey!”

“What? I'd like to try it.” I shake my head and use my finger to push his spoon away.

"Nah, I own it. You own yours." He conveys melancholy.

"Ronald and you are a match made in heaven. He despises doing what he loves most: sharing." Certainly, I detest him for sharing, but I have no control over it.

"You can tell me your story." When I'm still eating, my spoon stops. A slap inside and a chilly night. Sharing my story with anyone would be futile, or I would assume that anyone who listened would be hurt.

"Why do you think a tale exists?"

"You halt your eating." I shrug and resume eating.

"That's not evidence of anything." After finishing his meal, he asks for the bill.

"I recognize your emotions. We just met, and it's hard to believe anybody. Nonetheless, I am here for you