Chapter 160: Nostalgic Summer

Then there were the summers.

On particularly hot afternoons, when as usual, the adults were busy and the weather was sweltering, she would sneak them both into the kitchen.

 Like a covert commander on a top-secret mission, she'd tiptoe to the freezer and pull out a pair of melting Rocket Popsicles.

She handed him one like it was contraband. "Don't drop it," she whispered, and together they crawled under the kitchen table, giggling like criminals as they devoured their sticky loot in the shadows, trying to eat fast before the popsicles melted all over their hands.

He remembered how she'd always finish hers first, then smirk at him like she was better at everything.

 Which, to be fair… she kinda was.

Of course, they weren't supposed to snack before dinner.

And of course, they occasianly got caught.

He could still remember the panic in her face when one day, a drop of red syrup landed on his white shirt.