The clinking of metal spoons and the soft hum of conversation filled the small ice cream shop. The air was filled with the scent of sugar and cream, but Shirley could barely taste the dessert in front of her.
She tapped her spoon against the rim of her cup, her mind drowning in last night's memories. The heat of it. The weight of it. The way Lumian let her take control, let her decide and snatched it away
She clenched her jaw and shook her head. No. She wasn't going to get lost in that.
She needed a distraction.
Her eyes flickered to Lumian, who ate his ice cream in silence, his face unreadable as always. It irritated her how composed he looked, like nothing had changed. Like nothing had happened at all.
She scoffed and leaned back in her seat. "I thought you said we had little time," she said, breaking the silence. "So why the hell are we here… eating ice cream?"