He was already in line when she arrived, and it ruined everything.
She had a rule: if she saw him at the grocery store, she didn’t buy ice cream. Too vulnerable. Too revealing. Who buys Cherry Chip Swirl while pretending not to stare at someone’s forearms?
Apparently, she did.
He turned. “Hey.”
She held up the carton like a shield. “This isn’t for me.”
“Sure.”
“It’s for my cousin. She’s going through a breakup.”
“She likes pink swirls and chocolate chips?”
“She’s complex.”
He took a step closer. “Well, complex tastes good.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You know that’s a weird thing to say in the freezer aisle, right?”
He didn’t blink. “You always flirt like this?”
She started to answer, then stopped.
“I’ll grab spoons,” he said, already walking.
She didn’t stop him.