“She’s bitching about the food, so I call that progress.”
Flynn bent down to take off his Asics and flung them across the room. He wondered if it would seem inappropriate to bring up ice cream now. Inappropriate and selfish. Well, maybe if he presented it as something he was contemplating but that was now out of the question, it would seem less insensitive. And who knew? Maybe Mac would suggest an alternate time? But Flynn really didn’t want to go on that run now. He reallywanted to spend some time with Barley and Mac.
If things didn’t work out for the three of them to go on an ice cream run today, Flynn decided he’d go anyway and gorge himself on a double-decker in a waffle cone, salted caramel on the bottom, maple walnut on top.