Victor and Ivy sat silently in the car, the tension palpable. Ivy knew Victor was still fuming, and she needed to defuse his anger.
As they drove, Ivy's gaze wandered to the roadside, and her eyes landed on an ice cream truck. Inspiration struck.
"Victor, please stop the car," Ivy said, her voice soft.
Victor turned to her, his expression incredulous. "What's wrong?"
"I need ice cream," Ivy replied, her voice firm.
Victor raised an eyebrow. "You want ice cream? Now?"
Ivy nodded, her jaw set. "Yes. I want ice cream."
Victor rolled his eyes. "Ivy, this isn't the time."
But Ivy wouldn't budge. "I want ice cream, Victor."
Victor sighed and called out to Liam, "Hey, Liam! Get her an ice cream."
Liam approached the car, curious. "What flavor, miss?"
Ivy's face lit up. "Vanilla chocolate chip with strawberry and chocolate syrup, and blueberry toppings."
Liam and Victor exchanged stunned glances.
"Seriously?" Liam asked, raising an eyebrow.