"What's your favourite kind of ice cream?"
"Um. Neopolitan. Orange. Moon Mist. Mango. Lime."
"Really?"
"Yeah. How about you, Kather?"
"Kat, please."
"Katherine."
"Why are you so stubborn?"
"Got it from my grandma."
"Nice. I like Oreo ice cream."
"That's it?"
"That's it."
"I think I'm going to have to convert you."
"No way. Most ice cream is actually gross. How do you eat like ice cream?"
"It's delish."
"I can't imagine why."
"So I guess an ice cream date is off the table?"
"What?"
"Hmm?"
***
el oh el cambriel.
I'm teasing, I'm sorry.
I don't know what to do with this story.
YOU ARE READING
Balconial Conversations
Short Storybal-co-nee-al ; of or referring to a balcony \\ in which a cynical girl and a disastrously (self-characterized) aromantic psychology student have daily discussions between neighbouring balconies \\ #1 in short story june & july 2k15 \\ book 1
