soft serve

Carlene readjusted her bag's position on her shoulder and pushed open the door the Freezy Queen. It was still technically summer, but since when did she care? The answer is never. Carly never cared what season it was - ice cream was good anytime, in her opinion. She laid down her money and ordered raspberry soft serve. Her favorite flavor was technically cookies n' cream, but it had been ages since she had had soft serve OR raspberry, so why not have both at once?

She stepped away from the counter and scanned the place for a seat. It wasn't packed, and she certainly could have found an empty table if she had wanted to, but where was the fun in that? "I'm Carly. Is this seat reserved?"

Evan was sitting there for a few hours, doing nothing besides watching the people go by. When this girl walked over to him he wasn't expecting her to ask to sit down. Probably insult him, but not to sit down. "Be my guest..." He said getting up and pulling out her chair for her. "I'm Evan..."

"Why thank you."She sat down and gave him a gracious smile. There were very few things in this world more appreciated than a gentleman - or at least a guy with some fucking manners. "Good to know." She grinned, propping an elbow on the table. "So is there anywhere I should know you from, Evan?"

"I'm going to Drama high...now what's a girl like you doing alone?" He replied pushing her seat in towards the table and sitting down opposite from her.

"My philosophy is that anytime is a good time for ice cream." She shrugged. "The stars aligned and told me that I was to come alone or die." Carly rolled her eyes. "I'm very well aware of my single...ness. So why are you here?"

He scanned her his green eyes looking at her and watching. "I just moved here...and I have a big sweet tooth..." He said looking at his ice cream.

"Oh? From where?" She asked, meeting his gaze. "Same. Especially anything baked."

When he looked in her eyes he was really lost but the thing is, it was showing. "Yeah..I uh love chocolate chip cookies...oreos are fun too..." He smiled.

"You haven't tasted real baking until you've tried my cookies." She said with a cocky grin. "But technically their my grandma's. As in the recipe. Not the cookies. I bake those with her recipe. So..." Carly rambled, trailing off and tilting her head to the side. "Evan? You still in there?" She smiled.

He smiled taking a bite of his ice cream. "Sorry your eyes are so...blue...they're like the ocean on a bright summer day...bright..." He said speaking his mind.

Her cheeks flushed a little. "That is certainly one way to put it." She giggled, leaning in and really looking into his eyes too. "And your eyes... they're like grass. But you know, nice grass. The soft, middle-of-July-under-clear-blue-skies kind of green grass."

"that's my favorite kind..." He smirked chuckling slightly. "Well, if you're still having that singleness weight...I'd be happy to treat you to dinner and a movie...or a nice walk in the park...anything to see you're eyes again..."

"Tonight?" She smiled, digging around in her bag for a pen. She pulled a napkin from the dispenser and scribbled down her phone number.

"That sounds fantastic..." He said writing down his number on a post-it he kept for small notes about people and life smiling.

"I'll see you tonight, then." She grinned, biting her bottom lip. Carly rose from her seat and walked to the door. Before walking out she met his eyes again, and winked before walking out. Well done. She congratulated herself.

He smirked, but on the inside he was melting like his ice cream. He winked back and ate the rest of his ice cream alone.