Ellington Imagine
You sit on a bench in the park. A slight breeze is blowing your hair as you for Ellington to return to you. He ran after an ice cream truck and offered to buy you an ice cream. You hear footsteps coming to your right and you whip your head to see Ell holding an ice cream sandwich and ice cream cone. He hands you the ice cream sandwich and sits beside you. You take a bite from your sandwich and sigh. Could this day get any more relaxing? Ell licks his ice cream, contently. You both sit in silence enjoying your ice cream, until you burst out laughing. Ell just dropped his ice cream so he's left holding the cone. He looks upset and just stares at the ice cream, hoping it would hop back onto his cone. You can't help but take out your phone and snap a picture of him. He sees the camera and frowns towards it. "I'm sorry Ell!" you say, patting his back. "It was so young!" he jokes. You break off half of your sandwich and hand it to Ell. "Since, your ice cream died." You make quotation makrs with your hands when you say, 'died'. "Thanks. Now it's time for your ice cream to die!"