Past

"Gosh, I thought I was going to die from the pain the other day," I blurted out while scooping a spoonful of mango ice cream.

Our class for the morning recently ended and we decided to get ice cream outside our campus for a sunny day. There are no clouds forming in the sky and the sun is blazing aggressively upon us. Gayle, Molly, and I are seated outside a convenience store while devouring each of our ice creams before it melts right in front of our eyes. 

"Geez, eat it faster. It is already dripping off your hand," Gayle nagged at Molly who is holding a cone in her hand but the strawberry ice cream is dripping down her hand. 

I pulled a five or six pieces of tissue from the holder and wiped the melted ice cream off it. When we were choosing what ice cream what I we will get each, I discouraged her to get a cone because it may melt down easily compared in having a paper-like container.